St. Denis, the Caddo and Others: Letters from Patty Lemee

There we were, sailing south along the California coastline at the very top of Princess Lines\u27s Love Boat after climbing stairs we probably shouldn\u27t have been climbing. But there were no warning sings, and we were just young enough and foolish enough that we didn\u27t think twice about climbing them. The winds were dangerously strong so we kept a tight grip on the railing and, altogether and simultaneously, we looked up. Awestruck. We were awestruck. No moonlight. Just that gloriously brilliant Milky Way against a pitch black midnight sky