When I was in the teacher business, I’d go to conferences and people would wear these hilarious buttons that read things like “Math is Fun.” They didn’t don T-shirts saying ice cream is a tasty treat. And they didn’t smile. Continue reading “Boating is Fun”
There’s a time in the late fall when it hasn’t rained for a while and the Columbia River gets low. Really low. Most boaters have called it a season, but there are still some fine days left if you watch for the right weather window. Continue reading “A Little Luck”
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.
“I thought you loved that boat,” my wife said when I mentioned that I was thinking of selling Terrapin.
“When I looked in her log book, I realized that I haven’t rowed her since April.”
My wife looked on, still surprised.
“And, Terrapin is a great boat, but she’s not the most comfortable thing to sit in for long periods of time,” I noted. Continue reading “Tale of Terrapin”
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”
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.