When people say they love to walk on the beach, I take their comment literally. Walking on the beach is just walking for them. Walking on the beach is slow and immersive for me, but perhaps walking is the wrong term. Continue reading “Walk Like This”
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 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.