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”
I got the chance to take the helm of a 30 foot keelboat last weekend. It had soft cushions, a head, a bimini, and a nice big electronic chart above the wheel. Music drifted out of two speakers strategically placed in the back of the cockpit. When we got tired of fighting the current, we cranked on the diesel engine and motored back to the dock. There was good company on the boat, but I didn’t enjoy the sailing as much as I do on RowBird. To be fair to the keelboat, it could have been a Herreshoff, but because I’m in love with RowBird, it wouldn’t have mattered.
Continue reading “Why I (Still) Love RowBird”
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.
The editors here at Terrapin Tales generally follow the Fun Boat Manifesto: as long as it’s fun, and doesn’t harm anyone else, go for it. But we haven’t been on the water as much as we should lately, and maybe that’s what’s making us a bit cranky. Aside from being irked by large motor boat wakes, which we’ll get to in a later editorial, we’re here to state that we’re firmly against pirate flags, except on actual pirate ships. Continue reading “Editorial: Lose the Pirate Flag”
Walking into a fabric store is walking into a woman’s world, often a middle-age women’s world; and I like it. I like the variety of colors and textures, I like the array of notions (zippers, buttons, threads, etc.), and I like the possibility; the idea that with all these raw materials I can make anything I can imagine. Continue reading “Women’s World”
On the first sunny day in the new year the thermometer seemed reluctant to move above 36 degrees, so I assembled my arctic boating gear: booties to keep my feet warm, foulies just in case, an extra wool shirt and pair of fleece pants, should I get submerged and suddenly need something warm and dry.
Continued after the jump at Three Sheets NW.