The Non-Discovery of San Francisco Bay
From our UK edition
Drake, the clot, missed it by a mile. That hook of rock failed to snag his sails into the only gap for a thousand miles and the Ohlone breathed easy in their skins unaware of the Great Inevitable whilst the dew on the antelope’s nose lay undisturbed. Salmon knew the river would not deepen. The eagle’s shadow rippled like a whisper over desert ridges. Grassland rolled a parody of Atlantic waves. Crow and Lakota were still safe behind the Appalachians which dipped to the farms of the Puritans and the graves of the Seminole. One curious soul raised his head, wondered what lay beyond the forest and the valleys. To the west.