I first met Harvey before I met him. That is, I knew his name through boat circles. I knew about his museum, because my kids had gone there on a school field trip. And curiously, I almost bought a home two houses down from Harvey’s. Continue reading “Meeting Harvey”
Harvey is kind of shy, but in a good way. Over the next few posts, I’m going to profile a few things I like about him and his new kayak book. To get to know Harvey, you need to know his museum.
The Lincoln Street Canoe & Kayak Museum could just as well be called Harvey’s Museum, or even the Museum of Harvey. Located in a refurbished 1913 corner store in Portland, Oregon, the building is home to dozens of traditional boats, including an Irish Boyne Curragh, an Algonquin birch-bark canoe, and a Wu-Hu tub boat from Nanking, China — all acquired by owner and museum curator Harvey Golden.
Read the rest of the story across the jump at Three Sheets NW.
If you see a small boat anchored with a sleeping bag hoisted up the mast, it’s probably me and Row Bird. Starting on September 5th, we’re going on our fall cruise, departing from Brownsville and heading up to the Wooden Boat Festival in Port Townsend. Along the way we’re hoping to meet as many readers as possible, swap stories, share trade goods, and we promise not to embarrass you. Drop me a line or find us on the water!
“I want to go whaling for my half-birthday,” I told my wife.
She glanced up from her new book, but she didn’t need to speak. The doubt in her eyes said it all. Continue reading “Who Wants to Go Whaling?”
Sometimes you get an idea in your head about the way things are. You remember the good, you forget or block out the bad. Sometimes a video can give you more perspective on an event than a single image, so when my son said he was going to make one of our father-son trip, I was excited to see a different angle on it.
I challenged him to capture the adventure using only one minute per day. Here’s how it turned out.
He said it wasn’t his favorite father-son trip ever, but I can’t think of a moment Merry didn’t enjoy it. There was the pleasantly difficult choice of what treat to get at the Bread Peddler. Great consideration was given to the buttery, rich coffee cake, flaky pastries were eyed, but in the end, a chocolate chip cookie “not quite as big as my head” was chosen and summarily dispatched with much lip licking. He won’t admit it, but I think he even enjoyed the long row over glassy waters on our first day out.
Continue reading “Must be present to win…”