The absurd refrain of “weekend coastal storms” kept us from sailing Fortuitous once again. Rather than be cooped up in the house, constantly reminded that we can’t sail, we decided to take an impromptu drive to anywhere.Continue Reading "Drive to Anywhere"
Somewhere in the pre-dawn light between Flagstaff and the California border, the train ground to a halt. I had given up on sleeping in my semi-reclining coach seat by day three of this trip and had surreptitiously made my way into the vacant snack car to try to stretch out in a booth. Even after winning the last…Continue Reading “May Showers”
Or: Making Interactive Web Maps with USGS Topobathymetric Lidar DataContinue Reading "Contours"
I’m writing this in an active thunderstorm. In February.Continue Reading "The Woods"
This title sounds somewhat like “a sail of two sillies” said with a certain speech impediment, and while that may accurately describe the crew of Fortuitous, in this case I’m referring to Tilley hats.Continue Reading "A Tale of Two Tilleys"
Welcome to the new boat log.Continue Reading "Something Looks Different"
Springtime. When sailors are supposed to be thinking of antifouling paint and wax and getting their boats ready for the sailing season ahead. Except when it snows all day in April.Continue Reading "Say Goodbye to the Old Gas Guzzler, Russ"
I have very little interest in (and some might say taste for) fashion or style.Continue Reading "Sailing Shoes"
The plan was to drive until we got tired—hopefully we’d wind up somewhere weird and maybe slightly warmer than home.Continue Reading "Warmer Thoughts"
It’s been a while since I’ve made a log entry. Winter will do that.Continue Reading "The Winter Thaw"