To Boat Oar Not to Boat | Port Townsend

“Are you nervous?” I asked, glancing towards the shoreline. “Of course I’m nervous,” the skipper responded with a smile, “it’s the biggest docking job of the whole year.” “Stay calm. Whatever you do don’t run around or panic,” ordered the First Mate. He eyed each of us, looking for the first sign of disorder. There... Continue Reading →


Backpacking with Baby | Cape Scott Trail

There’s a trail that tracks to the northern most point of Vancouver Island. As soon as I heard about it, I wanted to hike it. Mostly for one reason: because it is northern—just like me. But when I google searched Cape Scott and realized that it was a good 7.5 hour drive from Victoria including... Continue Reading →

All Hands on Deck

  “All hands on deck! We’re weighing anchor under sail!” the announcement was second or third hand by the time it arrived at my ears. Not knowing what this meant, but sensing the excitement, I ducked out of the galley and hurried to unlatch the heavy waterproof case that held my camera. By day three,... Continue Reading →

Of Fishtails and Flounders

The boat woke up with a rush that Tuesday morning in Montague Harbour. Some had been up for hours already, tossing and turning under the bobbing lights of the anchor watchers changing shifts. It seemed unfair to me to expect thirteen-year-olds to take one hour shifts all night in the company of rain and mist... Continue Reading →

Setting Sail

Six months ago, around a hodgepodge thanksgiving feast. I told a circle of friends the words I associated with the ocean. It was a personality test game. No one remembered what the results were supposed to indicated, but that didn’t stop us from asking. “Dark and terrifying,” I said. I didn’t have to think twice.... Continue Reading →

The Borrowed Snow Day

I didn’t actually believe I was going skiing until about 20 minutes before the unfamiliar fluorescent gear was strapped to my feet. In what world does someone without snow pants or winter tires think: “Tomorrow I will be waist deep in powder hoping my friends like me enough to wait at the bottom of the... Continue Reading →

Poems for Human People

Sometimes I feel surrounded with brokenness and sometimes the only thing to do is write. What you'll find below are observations, not solutions, reflections, not remedies. If you need a laugh, by all means, read this instead. If you need a cry or a ponder continue: Poem of the Heartbroken Has your sky fallen in?... Continue Reading →

The Tricks of the Trail | Mount Work

It started as an average Bonnie-and-Meghan hike: Bonnie brought hand written directions. I insisted we follow Google Maps. Bonnie had hiked it before. I had not. Bonnie wore layers and packed snacks. I forgot my mittens, but managed to find a half-eaten cliff bar at the bottom of my purse. The only change from the... Continue Reading →

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