It’s been a while since we’ve checked in with the Story Migration Project. Recall, the whale made it Olympia, Wa., then east to the Methow Valley near the Canadian border. About a year later, it headed to Port Townsend, Wa., then to Seattle where is last came up for air and was rumored to be heading south. Continue reading “Fishing…”
Although there are plenty of diversions, this is essentially a boat blog. I’m definitely more of a sailor than a builder, but clearly some of the rest of you aren’t. The most consistently popular page on the website isn’t the story about sponges (its had mixed reviews, but I think is hilarious), nor was it about my desire for better souvenirs (which got a lot of comments, but not many readers), nor was it any other post on bicycles…
Continue reading “Nerding Out”
Fifteen sailboats, one motor yacht, one trawler. Those were the only boats I saw on the Columbia, today, the day after Thanksgiving. Force 3 wind. One dumb guy (me) with just oars. No lines. No shopping. Fantastic.
Tove Jansson spent dozens of summers in the Pellinge Archipelago of Finland. Her cottage had windows facing the four cardinal directions, “so we can see what may come sailing along and have time to get used to it.”
She distilled the essence of those summers into a series of dream-like vignettes in The Summer Book, which was published in 1972. Much like a good cruise in a small boat, nothing really happens, yet the tales, which focus on the fictional, six-year old Sophia and her grandmother (who is never given a proper name), drew me in. Continue reading “Sea Reads: The Summer Book”
I should have known better, but I assumed that if they were good enough for the old Chinese ladies, they were good enough for me. As a trained botanist with extensive practical knowledge of plants, I can identify dozens if not hundreds of species. And for most of them, I know their uses, including edibility. Continue reading “Fall Treats”
Spring is the season of hope. You wake up and it might be rainy. Better, it could be a day with blazing sunshine. It could rain, hail, or snow. Or all three in the course of an hour. It could be windy and bitter cold, but not for long. The one sure thing about spring in the northwest is that it will be variable. Each day brings the promise that the next one will be a little longer and the weather will be a little better than the last. Continue reading “Falling for Fall”