A Change of venue
I should start by saying that I am fond of the Foss. Smitten, even. The mix of urban and wild is palpable. In the whistle of the trains and the honking of the geese. In the brilliant glow of the pregnant moon and the impossible brightness of the welding torches in the Martinac shipyard. It’s a special place where something is always on the go. My morning ritual of a 3-mile Foss paddle has been a fixture this past year and I have learned a great deal on this most Tacoman of waterways, the old City Waterway – the Thea Foss.
I will miss it.
I am not changing what I am doing so much as changing where I am doing it. After 3 years of living “up the hill,” as they say, Mary, Micah and I are returning to Salmon Beach, Tacoma’s utterly best and most excellent of neighborhoods. My morning ritual is now carried out in the Tacoma Narrows, with currents and sea lions and screaming eagles. Gray heron and kingfisher, the giant spans of the bridges, a mile from tip to tip, whirlpools and eddies: there is no place like this place.
It is good to be back.
About Ken Campbell
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A story of sea kayaking and science on the rugged coast of Alaska. Coming – Spring 2014.
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