A Hot Days Gift

It has been a hot and oppressive heat, and Oregonians are not pleased.  The gloom in the sky with an evening summer shower has been greatly missed. There is something wonderful about wearing a cozy sweater yet also providing your feet with the liberation of flip flops. Instead we are all wearing as little of clothing allowed by societies standards.

At the dock that standard loosens.  The men take off their shirts and we are all guilty of lounging in our cabins with only our underwear.

The lack of air conditioning gives us the opportunity to be creative.  Sean embraced his inner MacGyver and created a swamp cooler with a hose, a scrap of canvas, four bungee cords, and a little wind. Sadly the wind has often been absent.

Another common method to keep cool is the age old technique of using a tarp. As much as this is an effective method of keeping the cabin significantly cooler the tarps are like shackles. No longer can we just untie the lines and go. Now we have to disassemble, store, and reassemble at our return.


The view of a sailboat covered in tarps fully expresses this shackled feeling. As humans, we often cover items we no longer use, like old vintage cars. We keep them with us, we keep them bound.


I must say though, one beautiful thing that the oppressive daylight has given us is the perfect temperature for a night sail.


Once we finally overcome our laziness and remove the shackles that are the tarps I feel that I can finally stretch.  I can’t help but to walk on the bow, for now nothing blocks me. I see Moya as I should.

night sail BW-1

Night sails are never planned.  They are only built from spontaneity, and always have room for company.

Sailing is always a pleasure, but I LOVE night sailing for the river belongs to only us, and the sound of the water is more noticed. The water turns from a blue brown to layers of indigo and an abyssal black. The tips of the waves catch the silver starlight and the moon dominates the night sky as if inviting us to play. The breeze passes through Moya’s sails which casts a spell of forgetfulness, for the long hot days become barely a memory.  Everyones warm heavy faces lighten and turn to smiles.


So when it is hot and oppressive I must remind myself to remove the shackles and embrace the hot days gift.  The perfect temperature for a night sail.

night sail BW-2



It Was the 4th of July and it Was Loud

Upon my arrival I was greeted by four wide eyes.  The moment I slid the hatch open the smell of dog panic spread through the air. The sound of their anxious breathing plagued me with concern.

Fire works blasted at a constant and I could not help but to imagine cannonballs smashing into wooden ships.  My minds eye could see smoke mixed with wood splinters and men dressed in clothing from the 1700’s.

Once I resurfaced from my imagination I could see that the dock, my home, was covered with strangers.  They all eagerly awaited the massive firework show to come with beers in hand.  Their laughter rang through the air joyous and reckless.  As I watched the families of duck skim across the water frantic and in search of a safe place, I wished the strangers were gone.

Despite my wish they were all here and it was time for me to navigate through them with two panicked dogs.  Henry towed me completely oblivious to all the visitors.  All he knew was that he wanted to run and run far away.  Luna had a vacant gaze with a hint of panic.  Those who know Luna would tell you that is no different than any other day, but the panic in her gaze was deeper.

An example of Luna's usual panicked gaze
An example of Luna’s usual panicked gaze

Upon exiting the dock I spotted Sean with two of our closest friends. Relief set in after locating familiar faces. They were standing by our car eating sandwiches and discussing the evening plans. Once Sean locked eyes on the the dogs and I he remembered that for most the 4th of July is Independence Day, but for us it is Dog Panic Day. To solidify this fact Henry literally had the shit scared out of him in response to a particularly loud blast. (Thank you Henry for eating an entire bag of ground coconut prior to this incident.)

Originally we had so many set plans, but plans at the dock are like water, in constant motion and change. The four of us like water found our way around that rock that was our fearful dogs.

We chose to meet up at the beach with our neighbor Matt who also has a dog. It was surprisingly quiet in comparison.  The rest of the world was on the dock or the river.

A fire was lit and the firework show had already began once we arrived. I was finally in my element.  Surrounded by friends I cherish and sitting directly on the sand snuggled against my husband.  Although Henry and Luna were not calm they were a bit more settled.

The extravagant, dare I say excessive fireworks lit up the sky revealing  the silhouettes of anchored sailboats.  Sean nor I thought to bring our camera and for that I do apologize.  What started as an anxious evening ended with pleasant company and a guilty enjoyment for explosives.