Posts filed under "Talking Story"
Coasting, Part III
When we got back to the beach, the fog that we thought had gone slowly returned. We stayed just outside the surf zone and continued paddling south, toward the next point. According to the chart, just around the corner was Goodman Creek, and we figured we’d give it a look. We weren’t ready to camp […]
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Coasting, Part II
It was a foggy morning in La Push. The marine layer had been thick for the past couple of days, but it was supposed to move offshore later in the afternoon. John and I hauled the kayaks across the wide swath of drift logs and down to the sand. We packed them as the tide […]
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Coasting, Part I
I have sea kayaked the inside coast of Vancouver Island in winter. I have paddled all the way around the island of Newfoundland, a 13-week epic that is still one of my fondest memories, and proof to me that this is a big, magnificent world. I did a 10-day trip in 2001 with Andy Bridge, […]
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Seasons
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.” John Lubbock Strange, really, to think that summer is almost over. It seems like it […]
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Get up, stand up
I had the chance this past week to spend a few days on the SUP (stand up paddleboard). I’m still on the steep part of the learning curve and any errors in technique get instant feedback, but I’m certainly getting more comfortable. Speed is increasing and balance gets easier as the momentum improves. I am […]
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Three days on the Dosewallips
The idea for the Summit to the Sea series came about because I have always been interested in following the Hoh River from its source, high on Mount Olympus, to the point that it empties into the Pacific. I wanted to watch as the river developed from trickles of melting snow to a cascading torrent […]
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Gone, again
How do you describe the indescribable? How do you explain something that has never really been named? Mere words are ridiculously inadequate for any exchange of the ideas that count the most. It’s an unwieldy concept, doomed to fail, like trying to describe the color red to a a blind man. I have stories to […]
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Sleepy trees
I wonder what he thinks sometimes, this boy of mine. I wonder what he thinks of this life. He’s 18 months old, and headed on a canoe trip, to spend his first night in a tent. He’s actually been camping quite a bit, especially considering his tender years, but he’s always slept in the van, […]
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A Day on the island, part 2
There is only one way into the interior of Destruction Island, and it lies across the Bridge of Death. The last time I was here, our group climbed up the dirt cliffs and tried to find a way through the impenetrable underbrush, wich turned out to be impossible. This time, John and I approached the […]
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A Day on the island, Part 1
It is foggy this morning. A low-lying diaphanous mist that shimmers in the dim light, just out of reach. We can see a few of the rocks off the shore here at Ruby Beach, but South Rock, which is the largest one that lies near our path, must be just out of sight. There is […]
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A story of sea kayaking and science on the rugged coast of Alaska. Coming – Spring 2014.
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