The high seas beckon once again. Cape Horn, the Southern Ocean, Good Hope, the Somali Coast and the Red Sea…all these once distant dreams are now a real possibility. We are whole again. Our souls fulfilled again. We have bought a boat! I dream of Intrepid...
Wow, we’ve transformed our new place into a bustling, productive mini-farm in three short weeks. And what a crazy three weeks it has been! Less than 48 hours after closing we brought in 7 ducks, quacking and cooing into our lives. A week later, 7 laying hens,...
Yeah, yeah. Everybody else around here is back on boats. Everybody but me. All I want is a canoe ride down the Nooksack, that big beautiful river right down the road. It’s full of ducks, geese, even swans. There’s probably even steelhead in...
In sailing terminology “Ready About” is the command given before the skipper turns and tacks the sailboat. In the coming week, Mark and I are doing exactly that. We’re preparing to turn this boat towards land, and towards a new home....
As Mark has found his groove in the boating realm again, I’ve also found myself back in the bowels of a boat. My work, however, is not quite as romantic as his. I have no stories of hand planing teak, no lore of milling the wood over the best workbench...
I’ve been spending my days of late sanding teak, sawing through fiberglass, and drilling and tapping stainless steel backing plates. It’s just like being in the workyard in Mexico, except with three major differences: 1: It’s 50 degrees...
