Who’s up for a little French whipping? Continue reading “Ooh La La”
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”
Canada, prepare to be raided! Speed, hooting, and hollering are bound to occur, but no fear; northern waters will be free of the violence and destruction typically associated with the term. Read the rest across the jump at ThreeSheetsNW.
One of the reasons that I love small boats is that they allow me to hover at the edge between land and sea. Along that fine line is where the beauty of the land creeps down and shakes hands with the richness of the water. When I’m cruising far from town, that shoreline is mostly rocks, grasses, and trees, but when I’m in the more populated areas, houses become more common and I can’t help but observe and comment about them. Continue reading “Shoreside Architecture”
I spent far too much time in 2017 applying toxic marine products to my boat. On sunny, breezy summer days, it was hard to avoid feeling like the best part of the season had escaped me: respirator strapped on, I felt like Darth Vader on a lonesome death star, rather than the cruiser I longed to be… (The rest of this article is an expansion of the one that appeared here in the summer and can be found across the jump at 3SNW.)
The rockfish head lay in the middle of Sidney Spit Park’s hillside trail, its scales still moist, its eye clear. Puzzled, my new acquaintances stared at the unlikely object. As they looked around for the culprit, I could see them wondering who had left this here on the otherwise pristine trail? Read the rest across the jump at ThreeSheets NW.