This inlet is protected from the storms that pass across the open ocean.

My Jamaican university friend's Jewish uncle possessed a big beautiful mansion in West Vancouver, BC. There was a jacuzzi near a heated swimming pool, overlooking Burrard Inlet. I was not jealous, because people like me with a big imagination can always imagine something greater. The Jewish uncle and aunt were one of the first tourists to go to the PRC, when it first opened up to foreigners.

Beyond his small fleet of ships anchored safely past the shallow mud flats, the captain could just make out a row of low hills in the offing, but even with binoculars he could not see beyond the horizon to the mighty offshore wind turbines which he had sailed by on his approach to the inlet.