Alarm goes off, 4 a.m. Oh, lord. Check the weather, it’s good. Today’s work at the Farallones will be a go. Haul out of house and drive an hour-plus to the dock. Load gear onto the Deric M. Baylis in time to be underway at 6. Travel time across 27 miles of choppy sea, three hours. Spend it productively: asleep in a bunk down below.
When the 65-foot cutter slows near the islands, rouse and…