I admit it, I’m fascinated by the South Salish Sea. It’s not just that it’s closer than any other salt water site to my home. There’s something about its intimacy, its understated beauty, and its less developed shoreline that draws me back year after year. Continue reading “South Again”
Bill is one of those friends always up for an adventure. After a fine dinner with him last night, I was reminded of a story from a few months ago… It’s 27 degrees outside, and although I yearn to go sailing, it doesn’t seem like the wisest idea. But maybe I should reconsider. After all, on at least one of the occasions Bill and I rounded Cape Horn together, the waterfalls were frozen; so it must have been pretty cold then, too. That day, like many others, we were driven by unknowable forces to leave the couch, break away from our electronics and experience the raw elements. Read the rest across the jump at Three Sheets NW.
Describing bioluminescence with words is like holding water in your hands — insufficient. Descriptions abound: the glowing trails streaming behind a boat, the “fairy dust” surrounding a midnight swimmer. These aren’t bad analogies, but they’re all a form of shorthand, the inevitable result of attempting to capture such a magical experience in writing. It’s what happens when someone mentions a beautiful sunrise; it’s assumed that the listener already understands what the experience is all about. Read the rest across the jump at ThreeSheetsNW.
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.
“She’s Swiss, and she’s older than me. He is besotted with her. Because she’s new and exciting, I guess, even if she was born in 1963. In bed last night, I couldn’t get through a paragraph in my book without him talking about her technique.”
That’s what my wife posted on the online message board where she hangs out. Continue reading “My New Girlfriend”
Attention seafarers, dreamers, and fools who love small craft and actually use them. The Portland Sail & Oar League is a randomly gathered network of nautical explorers who boat at the confluence of the Willamette and Columbia Rivers. We sail, row, camp, fix boats, talk dirt, run aground, and have fun regardless of the weather. You may already be a member. Continue reading “Portland Sail & Oar League”