The Leeuwin II strains her anchor chain. Wind whistles through shrouds that steady her three tall masts. An outgoing tide pulls her seaward. She longs to be unleashed.
The helicopter flies towards a white dot that is the Kimberley Quest swinging at anchor in Crocodile Creek. . .
As he sets out on an epic motorcycle ride across America, Stephen Starling considers what lays ahead – once he negotiates Los Angeles' notorious freeways...
Katharina is bound for a fabled volcanic island reputed to be a last sanctuary of prehistoric creatures whose bone crushing jaws possess a lethal, poisonous bite.
The street crossing East Los Angeles to the freeway is ugly. Car yards, burger joints, and pawnshops line the roadside. All three lanes are bumper-to-bumper, inching forward in fits and starts. It is hot — hot from the California sun and hot from the Harley-Davidson rumbling and shaking below me. . .
