“What are we going to do now?”
“I’ve got a cove in mind where we can spend the night, about an hour’s travel to the south. While we’re underway, find yourself a spot on deck and just relax.”
Bonnie found a deck chair and settled herself near the foot of the wheelhouse ladder. For the time being, it was enough to soak up the sun, feel the breeze slide by like warm, damp silk slithering across her bare skin, and watch the spectacular scenery drift past. Here, desert terrain extended to the water’s edge, craggy cliffs and barren hills marching down to the brink of the blue sea. The contrast created spectacular vistas.
Late afternoon found them moored in a small, sheltered cove, edged on both sides by steep cliffs of dark olivine stone. At the inner end, a stream broke through the rocky rim
