When I leave the shore, it doesn’t matter whether it is settled with vacation homes, crowded with industry, or sporting a forest preserve because the water here in the Salish Sea is so cold and unforgiving that if I fall in, I wouldn’t last long. Continue reading “Wilderness on the Water”→
Most boaters in this hemisphere would say that opening day is sometime in the spring, likely the first weekend of May. For me though, opening day is a feeling more than a date. It’s the day that the low clouds and steady drizzle of winter part, the north wind blows, and you can actually feel the warmth of the sun. Continue reading “Opening Day is When I Say”→
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”→
I went to Canada’s Gulf Islands National Park Reserve in June to explore the edge. I didn’t make any big crossings. I didn’t push my limits. I just crept along the fringe of the land and sea. Continue reading “Island Art”→
This blog is all about me. There, I said it. They’re all my stories, sometimes about my friends. I tell the tales and I write what I want to.
But when it comes to photos, they’re mostly ones I take of others. Hardly anyone ever snaps one of me. So on a recent solo trip to Canada’s Gulf Islands, I decided to make a point of taking some photos of myself: fun, selfish, or selfie? Continue reading “Self(ish) Portraits”→
It can be hard to get a teenager out of the house at times, but when you do, the results can be quite good. Case in point: When the Columbia was roaring along during the spring freshet I convinced Merry to come mess about in the backwaters of Smith and Bybee Wetlands. Continue reading “Messing About with Merry”→