Nisa – Photo by Michael Sharp 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 […]
Nisa is obsessed with salmon. As they school and gather around the boat she peers over the toerail into the water in hopes of catching a glimpse of their shiny green bodies below. When the salmon jump and leap she whimpers and whines in excitement.
We have been trying for some time to train Nisa to use a “potty mat” (a green welcome mat) on the boat for those times when it is impossible to take her to shore to do her business. All of our attempts thus far have been a total failure. Maybe not so much failure as […]
We had every intention to depart Port Angeles with the early flood tide on Saturday, July 1. At the 4am alarm, we were barely conscious of thinking awwww, we’re so sleepy…just a few more hours. We left five hours later, give or take, and that was the day we learned to truly respect the tides […]
It seemed that the storm we were trying to outrun was like trying to outrun Nisa, not possible. And the storm would not just be a happy dog when it passed over us and ran out ahead into the strait.
My world was reduced to the screen of the chart plotter, switching between the radar and chart views every few minutes. The rain came first, then the wind, but it didn’t matter, we were headed toward calmer waters at our best and most comfortable speed.
The trip is just over 210 miles by the time we have gained the sea room the we need. It should take us 30 to 40 hours to move up the coast.
Nisa has fallen off the dock into the 3rd most polluted river in the country, yuck.
Zoom. With a flash I am gone. I sit in the Frisco house, the car is packed, the bags are loaded to the gills. Nisa is wondering what is going on. Closing the loft in the past hours has been a real eye opener. We are really going to do this. Next stop: Papa’s house. […]