The Overstory

Say the planet is born at midnight and it runs for one day. First there is nothing. Two hours are lost to lava and meteors. Life doesn’t show up until three or four a.m. Even then, it’s just the barest self-copying bits and pieces. From dawn to late morning—a million million years of branching—nothing more …

A Home Invasion

We returned from a walk around Blake Island today to find this guy sitting on top of our bimini. That’s the fabric cover over the cockpit. The cockpit is the open area at the stern. That’s the aft section of the boat. That’s the back. Try as I might, he could not be convinced to …

A Big Deal

As we left Port Gamble this morning for the short trip to Kingston, we found ourselves a part of the floating circus that forms whenever a submarine leaves harbor. We were hailed by the gunboat to the left of the photo and “asked” politely to keep 1000 yards away from the sub. No problem. It’s …

A Federal Offense

More on that later. But first… We pointed Impromptu south intending to sample just a bit of the Hood Canal. This rather large body of water is surprisingly boring from a boater’s perspective. How come? Because it’s a glacier-carved valley, the walls are steep and the water deep. This means there are few coves and …

Not What I Imagined

It’s August in the Pacific Northwest. In England, they’re setting heat records. In Hawaii, warm tropical breezes kiss the swaying palm trees. In Anacortes, Washington we have fog. Rather than the sunny summer cruise to Port Townsend that I was expecting, we travelled for four hours in this… With under a quarter mile of visibility, …

Put a Bow on It

Before life drifts too far downstream, I want to take a moment to share a few more photos from our recent boat trip. When I left you, we were hanging out on Bainbridge Island with Fiona Bean and her new owners. From there, we travelled around the south end of the Island and then north …

My Little Friend

Rusty died today, not by accident but by design. One day after his seventeenth birthday the vet came and stopped his heart. He looked at us and said one last “meow”. I guess the shot hurt. God, this is hard. Say what you will about pets vs. people, losing anything that you love is wrenching. …

A Visit with an Old Friend

After leaving Bell Harbor, we dropped anchor for lunch on Blake Island, a State Marine Park not far offshore. Our friends Patty and Douglas came along for the ride and – bonus – brought a terrific lunch. After lunch, we cruised north to Eagle Harbor on Bainbridge Island. Douglas and Patty caught the ferry back …

A Change of Perspective

“Hey”, Mike said as his friend Chip walked into the bar. “How’s it hangin’?” “I wouldn’t know”, Chip sighed. “It hasn’t gotten much action lately.” Bob thought that Chip looked kind of down. Not like his usual self. “What are you talkin’ about, pal? Judy’s hot.” “I guess we’ve just gotten a little tired of …