August 5, 2008
Westward HO!
After a brief stop in Seward, having filled up on bananas, Cheetos and ice cream we are headed west into Kenai Fjords National Park and beyond. We will be traveling through places with names like Aialik Bay, Taz Basin, Northwestern Fjord, Thunder Bay, on to Gore Point and in to Cook Inlet and Kachemak Bay arriving in Homer -- the home of people like Tom Bodett, Jewel and soon the crew of Bluewater.
Here is larger version of the map of our plan.
So expect lots pictures and stories in September when we are connected to the world again and remember that cats are proof that not every living thing has a purpose.
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August 4, 2008
Magazine Article Pays for a Bunch of Bananas!
Pausing in Seward for fuel, water and fresh bananas. Then on to Homer and expect to arrive by middle September. Got word my article for Blue Water Sailing is on the stands in the August issue. I still have yet to see the paper version, so online will have to do. Take a look here.
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April 8, 2008
Happy Birthday
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
ee cummings
Today is Susanna's 40th birthday! I remember when she said to me: "You know, soon I will be 35!" Oh she thinks she is so old, but if she only knew! She is just getting started!
Happy Birthday Wife!
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March 11, 2008
Tuesday Tease: Sea-Fever
Today the sun came out, the mountains stood tall and bright against a blue sky. A chill still hangs in the air, a vivid reminder of winter. The harbor is skinned over with a thin sheet of ice, but spring is coming. Tonight it will snow, then say the mystical weathermen, another sunny day. TWO in a single week. We are in heaven. The sea is calling and I must go. Soon I croon to the Siren. Yet she still sings…
Sea-FeverI must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.By John Masefield
(1878-1967)
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March 6, 2008
There before the grace of you, go I
My Dearest Fuzzbutt,
Seven years ago you leaped into my lap and licked my ear. It was love at first kiss. To this day I am amazed at how your body wiggles with such vigor as you wag your tail upon my return. No matter how long I have been gone, be it 30 minutes or six weeks, your joy at our reunion has always been, and will always be a blessing.
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March 4, 2008
Horizons
Ahh, the beach. The gentle sound of the waves caressing the sand. A cool drink in my hand. Contemplating the vastness of the ocean, of the sky. Losing myself in the horizon, the endless, unreachable horizon. Most people think of the beach as a warm, sunny place to read trashy novels and surf. To drink exotic tropical concoctions with an umbrella. If this is your mental vision of the beach you are in for a shock.
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January 29, 2008
Tuesday Tease: A Tour of 'Blue
Bluewater is a simple boat. Her interior is built for comfort at sea and ease of living while traveling. It occurred to us that many of our friends and readers have never seen the interior of our little boat. So we took a few images (after some straightening up) and put them in a gallery that you can see here. You will see that our space is small and efficient.
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