It’s a beautiful morning! The weather was so nice yesterday, we decided it would be wrong to not use the boat. So last evening we motored down to Blake Island. We are anchored on the west side of the island. Looks like another great day in the Northwest. Sadly, we are headed back this afternoon. Still have some things to do around the house.
You’ve probably seen them, they’re in a number of shops; multiple locales rendered in wood, behind glass. Rusty and I have always looked at them but never bought them. We didn’t have wall space, and couldn’t agree on which one to buy anyway. There’s one of Puget Sound, and of the San Juan Islands, and of the Salish Sea, and … well, how do you choose? They have lots of them, from all over the States, even the Caribbean.
Readers of this blog are likely painfully aware that I am not a wordsmith. Some folks can make words dance on a page. They spin an eloquent yarn that has the ability to hypnotize the reader. That’s not me. I can, however, given enough time and luck, make a decent photograph. That’s the limit of my talent.
So I was surprised when the editor of Sea Magazine contacted us about doing an article for their magazine. He had found us through our little blog.
It’s been a while now since I posted here. I apologize to our faithful reader. There’s been a lot going on for us. We sold our house in Walnut Creek, CA, while we were on vacation in September, bought a house in Poulsbo, WA, and got all our stuff moved. It’s been an interesting and hectic few months.
This past weekend, we tied up one of the last loose ends. We moved the boat out of our slip on Lake Union and into its new home at the Liberty Bay Marina in Poulsbo. Now the boat is ten minutes away instead of a two hour flight from San Francisco. It’s great to be back in the Northwest!
Spammers. Proof that everything created for good can be used for evil.
While our little blog sees a couple hundred visitors on an average day, we receive thousands of comments. Most relate to designer shoes, handbags, fake designer sunglasses, and other junk in several different languages. And of course porn. Most originate from the foreign countries (many IP addresses from China). Oddly, most are targeted at one particular post from last year. Recently, the number of these comments has been ratcheting up to the point that the server can’t handle the load. Performance has frequently been slow. 95% of recent traffic to the server was comment spam bots. We’ve tried many things to stop this traffic. We’ve modified the firewall configuration and blocked IP addresses. We have added a little captcha confirmation to the comment submission process in the hope that only a real person can submit a comment. We’ve even deleted the target post. (I don’t think anyone will miss it.)
Hopefully we have resolved the problem for now and we can get back to post our usual exciting and informative content.
OK. I know this is a bit late. So let’s roll the wayback machine back a couple weeks and pretend this post is timely. We just returned from two weeks in the Gulf Islands. We had such a great time that I didn’t keep the blog updated while we were on our voyage.
I’ve known Bruce for over 45 years now. We met in elementary school. Despite this, he foolishly agreed to come along with us for a week in the Gulf Islands. I had envisioned a week of indentured servitude where we (he) would get a bit of work done around the boat. Kim, on the other hand, thought we should let him participate in the relaxation and fun. Sadly, she won. That was probably good for Bruce, but the projects are still undone.