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Thursday July 11, 2019 subscribe |
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seems like summer and spring traded places
this year in the Pacific Northwest. I don't mind. I sort of enjoy being on the water as more filters down from the sky. We ran a few last minute errands, then moored off Jones Island where Thomas fiddled with his fishing jigs. He's on a mission to master as many survival skills as possible. Me, I'm less of a prepper. If shit goes down, I'd rather just go down with it. That seems simpler and less stressful. After Jones, just a short hop to Deer Harbor, where we connected with some other Seattle peeps who were celebrating the opening of crab season with a party on a picnic barge. It was pretty gruesome watching live crabs stabbed and torn in two. I filmed it but do I really need to share that here? Sailing is not without its dangers, but sometimes the riskiest thing is leaving a party, as Thomas discovered when he splashed right into the gap between the barge and the dock. He was lucky to get away with only some scrapes and a dented shin. Maybe the moon made us crazy. We stayed up late on Vive making up sea chanties like drunken sailors. Very, very much like drunken sailors. |
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