As a suburban teenager, I listened religiously to the Alex Bennett Show on KITS in San Francisco. An uproarious stable of comedians regularly sat in at Bennett’s mike, making jokes and telling bawdy tales before a live audience. The audience never seemed very large, and in my mind’s eye they were all sitting around a table with Alex and his guests, drinking coffee and eating bagels with cream cheese. Continue reading
I’m a die-hard bike rider. I brave snow to get to the grocery. I commute to work in the rain. I haul kids long distances, even when the mercury climbs into the nineties. But when someone asks me to go on a road ride, just for fun, I usually find an excuse to stay home. I leave that kind of riding to people in lycra shorts. Continue reading
“Hey- are you going sailing today?” Andy Bike joked as we stared out the window, watching the trees beyond his rain splattered deck bend and whip threateningly in the wind. “Only if there’s enough wind to put the third reef in the sail,” I said with a smile. Then we turned to devour the leisurely brunch we’d just prepared with our families. Continue reading
If you’re not too nervous about crossing the border from Canada to the United States, you may notice a captivating scene ahead of you. Just beyond the border patrol check point in Blaine, Washington, an airy assemblage of black sticks seem to be forming a rectangular, three-dimensional frame through which you may view the country you are about to enter. The top of the frame is open and gives the appearance of motion. Depending on your perspective you may believe the rectangle is coming together or dispersing into its thousands of requisite parts. Continue reading
Summer is gone, but my travel sketch book keeps bringing the good times back. My wife and I spent a glorious week exploring Salt Spring Island, west of Vancouver, British Columbia. If you climb way to the top of Mt Maxwell, you can see the American San Juan Islands (left side of illustration above) and a bunch of interesting boats moored in Burgoyne Bay (to the right). We headed down there with our guideboat, Terrapin, and found things weren’t quite what they seemed. Cruise over to Three Sheets Northwest to find out what we discovered.
Get out on the water in whatever craft you can muster.
Take your sail and oar boat, or sail and motor, your paddle boat, powerboat, mirage drive, canoe or kayak, and get out there this summer. Bring your five shirtless, burly buddies and one bikini-clad woman. Drive your pontoon party boat down to the river. Cruise to a marina, camp cruise or just come out for the day.
But get out there. Continue reading
“That boat’s too primitive.”
I’d been at the Port Townsend Wooden Boat Festival for barely an hour when I overheard my neighbor make that comment about my boat. The man was sitting atop his 45-foot motor cruiser, Great Escape, looking down at the other dozen sail and oar boats lining the east end of the dock. Truth be told, he could have been referring to any of us. Continue reading