Summary of Spike Walker's Coming Back Alive
Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
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#1 Skip Holden was a fisherman who set out from San Leandro, California, to hitchhike to Alaska. He and his wife, Marlene, bought a twenty-foot boat and lived on it. They fished off of it and used a bucket for a toilet.
#2 Skip Holden, a fisherman, liked to fish the deep, outside waters. He liked the sight of free, open spaces and uncluttered horizons. He had been raised that way. When he was a boy, sailing off the California coast, his father had taught him the art of navigation, as well as how to keep a ship in good repair and how to tie the rope knots that were essential to life at sea.
#3 Holden was determined to make it into Hinchinbrook Channel, and he began jogging along the outside edge of the sandbar at the Egg Island entrance. He was unable to find any openings in the surf.
#4 As the night progressed, the storm intensified and the wind pushed the waves higher. In the gathering darkness, the winds hissed across the water at ninety miles per hour, with stronger gusts ranging out of wave valleys large enough to hold a football field.
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Sample Book Insights:
#1 Skip Holden was a fisherman who set out from San Leandro, California, to hitchhike to Alaska. He and his wife, Marlene, bought a twenty-foot boat and lived on it. They fished off of it and used a bucket for a toilet.
#2 Skip Holden, a fisherman, liked to fish the deep, outside waters. He liked the sight of free, open spaces and uncluttered horizons. He had been raised that way. When he was a boy, sailing off the California coast, his father had taught him the art of navigation, as well as how to keep a ship in good repair and how to tie the rope knots that were essential to life at sea.
#3 Holden was determined to make it into Hinchinbrook Channel, and he began jogging along the outside edge of the sandbar at the Egg Island entrance. He was unable to find any openings in the surf.
#4 As the night progressed, the storm intensified and the wind pushed the waves higher. In the gathering darkness, the winds hissed across the water at ninety miles per hour, with stronger gusts ranging out of wave valleys large enough to hold a football field.
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