Last month, I took a day off work to go hiking. It was my birthday, and I wanted to commune with nature instead of dealing with an overflowing In Box. [My In Box is virtual these days, I should add. But I remember well the stackable plastic trays that used to take up precious real estate … Continue reading Why Not Stevenson?
About six months ago, Tara told me her dad wanted to drive out to The Dalles for a little walleye fishing and asked if I'd be interested in going. "Sure," I said, thinking we'd bait a hook, toss a line in the water, sit back, and wait. All from the comfort of the shore, because … Continue reading Fresh Fish? Touché!
While pop-up campers were representative of my childhood, I've always had a fondness for vintage travel trailers from the 1950s. No surprise, given my love of all things retro. Think shiny silver Airstreams that looked very Space-Agey back then, or my ultimate dream machine, a Volkswagen Camper Bus. So when a friend of ours told us … Continue reading A Vintage Seafood-y Weekend
There is nothing more therapeutic than flying a kite. This surprises me. You wouldn't think such a simple pursuit would bring much joy. All you're doing is standing there, holding onto a string. The wind does all the work for you. Sure, you have to tug on it occasionally and make an adjustment or two … Continue reading Kite Therapy
A few days ago I got a hankering for a really good cup of clam chowder, so I did what anybody would do to satisfy that craving: made a 240-mile round trip to go get me some. What? You wouldn't?! One of the things that attracted me to Tara was the fact that she once … Continue reading Love Is In The Air. And Chowder, too.
Last week, my friend Jess Witkins e-mailed me to let me know I had won a book she was giving away as part of a contest on her blog. I was thrilled, because One can never have too many books, and It was free. Not necessarily in that order, but then again, I've been outta … Continue reading I’m Not A Portlander*