“She’s Swiss, and she’s older than me. He is besotted with her. Because she’s new and exciting, I guess, even if she was born in 1963. In bed last night, I couldn’t get through a paragraph in my book without him talking about her technique.”
That’s what my wife posted on the online message board where she hangs out. Continue reading “My New Girlfriend”
I’ve been contemplating destroying my surf gear again. Surfing has made me waste countless hours splashing about in the frigid ocean. It has lured me to approach waves as big as a two story house and as long as a city block while paddling on my stomach. It has caused me to neglect vital aspects of land-based life. Continue reading “Surf Disease”
At 16, my son is beginning to think that boating is actually ok. Sure, a motor boat or jet ski would be more exciting, but our fleet includes no gas-powered craft – nor is it likely to – so lately, sailing is an acceptable, even desirable, way for him to spend an afternoon… if there’s wind. (Rowing is still drudgery, to be undertaken only in order to maneuver from the dock to open water.) Continue reading “Letting Him Go”
Things here at Terrapin Tales HQ are pretty sad right now. There’s been a death in the family, our internet connection quit, then my hard drive failed and five years worth of photos disappeared in an instant. Don’t ask me why they weren’t backed up. Continue reading “Terrapin Tales is Dead, Long Live Terrapin Tales”
I’ve seen it pulled off by an assortment of culprits: sea lions in Astoria, flocks of messy Canada geese on the Willamette; even homeless boaters: they all take over docks, rendering them unusable by regular folks. But during the past few summers… Read the rest across the jump at Three Sheets NW.
Lauren Eisley once wrote, “If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.” At one point in my life, I would have whispered “salt” in Eisley’s ear before he wrote that last word… Read the rest across the jump at Three Sheets NW.