Theory & Practice: Dynamo Bike Lights


Whether we admit it or not, as Americans, we all aspire to be self-sufficient. At age three, my son’s favorite phrase was “me do!” As an adult, I find that virtually everything in my life is connected to something that I can’t control. My house relies on water, gas, and electricity from other sources. Aside from what little I can grow, my food comes from distant farms. Even my beloved sail and oar boat needs a car and launch ramp to get it to the river.

My bike on the other hand, can ride on both man-made and natural surfaces and can go thousands of miles without the need for outside interventions. Except in the dark.

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Rounding the Horn Again


It’s 27 degrees outside, and although I yearn to go sailing, it doesn’t seem like the wisest idea. But maybe I should reconsider. After all, on at least one of the occasions Bill and I rounded Cape Horn together, the waterfalls were frozen; so it must have been pretty cold then, too. That day, like many others, we were driven by unknowable forces to leave the couch, break away from our electronics and experience the raw elements….  Read the rest across the jump at ThreeSheetsNW.

Editorial: Lose the Pirate Flag

pirate-pics-2 The editors here at Terrapin Tales generally follow the Fun Boat Manifesto: as long as it’s fun, and doesn’t harm anyone else, go for it. But we haven’t been on the water as much as we should lately, and maybe that’s what’s making us a bit cranky. Aside from being irked by large motor boat wakes, which we’ll get to in a later editorial, we’re here to state that we’re firmly against pirate flags, except on actual pirate ships.  Continue reading “Editorial: Lose the Pirate Flag”

Story Time

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What’s the connection between a tiny folding knife, a Japanese passport, and a group of people huddled around a cedar whale sculpture? A good story.

The Story Migration Project kicked off quietly last spring. The “whale box” as it had come to be known was opened, and its unusual passenger, the whale, was passed around. At first everyone sat around waiting for someone else to start. My living room was dreadfully quiet. Despite hopeful looks, no one said anything, yet a sense of hopeful anticipation was in the air.   Continue reading “Story Time”