Once I left New Mexico, I moved pretty fast toward the Pacific Northwest, driving long days capped with Walmart or casino parking lot nights. I had one goal, to make it in time to attend the volunteer orientation for the 43rd annual Wooden Boat Festival. Continue reading
I’m not sure where my fascination with wooden boats comes from…a most unlikely passion for a person raised on a land-locked farm in Central Texas for the first third of my life.
My first introduction to sailing came in an attempt to make the PE requirement at the University of Texas more palatable. Bobbing around on the Colorado River in a twelve foot Laser while the instructor screamed at me through a megaphone from a rowboat, it’s a wonder I ever set foot on a boat again. Continue reading