Sea Reads: In the Heart of the Sea


I wish I could tell you that the upcoming movie about a whale that destroys a ship was going to be great. And maybe it will be, as long as you haven’t read the book.

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In the League

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If you want to feel like you’re a crew member of the Star Trek Enterprise, get yourself a strangely colored dry suit and go for it.

I wish more people were asking me what’s happening with the Portland Sail & Oar League, because when we get together, we have a darn good time. More members means more fun. PSOL has no official leadership structure, no dues, and if we have rules, they are as follows:

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So Long

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It all started when I acquired a huge piece of a Douglas fir beam at a construction site. Covered in mud and heavy enough that I could only carry it a modest distance, I knew that I had to have it. What I would do with it was another question altogether.  Continue reading

Columbia on My Mind

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The Lower Columbia River has been getting a slow, but sure grip on my imagination lately and I find myself wanting to explore it more and more. A combination of good wind, big water, few boats, fewer yahoos, some interesting, but not too busy towns, and a quiet backwater to explore or spend the night are the components of my ideal cruising grounds. Throw in the challenge of tides and currents as well as close proximity to my house and the Columbia is where you’ll find me.

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Trading One ‘Great Sail By’ For Another

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I’d cashed in nearly all my vacation time to go on a family vacation to Amsterdam. And while I didn’t regret the trip for a moment, it meant giving up the highlight of my nautical year: the Wooden Boat Festival in Port Townsend.

As we flew over Greenland en route to Europe, icy, white mountaintops emerged from the clouds, reminding me of sails. Big sails. Soon, as I gazed down at the frozen wilderness, I was thinking about the great sail by that happens on the final afternoon of the festival, when three hundred boats, from the tiniest homemade dinghy to schooners with 5,000 square feet of sail, emerge from the docks and parade around Port Townsend Bay.  Read the rest at Three Sheets NW.

On Board


Men are dumb enough to try things that women often wouldn’t. Load two kids on a regular bike, grab some groceries, and go to the park: no problem. No helmet, no child seat: no problem.

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