. . . honest (at times, brutally so), entertaining . . . , and as rich with ego-less introspection as it is with sensually arresting descriptions of Mother Nature and her many moods. In short, . . . a colorful and humanistic case study of the daily struggle between reconciling ideals and the hard truths of reality.
-- The Santa Barbara Independent
"Christian Beamish's solo, motorless, and totally impractical journey dazzles. In prose as smooth as morning glass, he reminds us of the value of 'blood memory,' and the wisdom of solitude." Jamie Brisick
"A remarkable story, that contains much that is so deeply human in terms of our relationship to the natural world and our own inner nature. Beautifully written, not only with refreshing honesty, but also with deep humility in the face of enormous courage and privation, this is truly an inspiring and authentic endeavour." Wayne Lynch
"Beamish craves high-risk challenges that require no one else. This first book describes his pinnacle experience to date: building/single-handing a shockingly small craft deep into Baja with deftly explained waterman sensibilities, and observations, and coastal natives who can only see his going for fun to their place of life and death, as an anomaly." Steve Pezman
About the Author
Christian Beamish, the former associate editor of The Surfer’s Journal, is a writer, surfer, sailor, dedicated boat builder and fisherman. He engaged all his skills during his travels on the Cormorant. He is a senior writer at Surfer magazine and continues to look for connections to his essential humanity in "full wilderness immersion surf travel."