We spent two nights at Wallace Island and two nights in Montague. It’s been four days since we’ve seen the sun. Smoke from forest fires in the region covered the area. The weather has been nice, just no sun and blue sky. Maybe there were clouds from time to time, but we couldn’t see them.
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.
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.