My friend, Nicky explained to me that there are two kind of people in the world: Those who eat to live and those who live to eat. I have concluded that we are our guests tend to fit into the second category and manage to do so in beautiful places.
Crab Dinner in Nainimo with our Mexico/Canada Friends Barry and Naida
We are blessed to be heading north in the boat after a wonderful season of friends and family. As we are passing Hat Island and Camano Head I think back to the memories of my childhood. This To-Mexico-And-Back yyear was a medley of old friends, new friends, babies, children and family our greatest riches.
Lunch in San Fransico with Jim and Masa and Leah and Melissa and their families.
Dinner in Nanamio with our friends, Berry and Naida
Nana's Newest Happy Baby Girl, Ehryanna
Maria who is like a daughter to me
A Day at the Beach with Dear Friends, Jim and Denise Grandbaby Twins
A person is blessed to have a few friends to walk through life with. It is always wonderful when it is a long walk together. Jim and I have had that with first meeting when I was 12 or 13. We went to high school together (a grade apart) and then to different colleges. There were years that we were out of touch only to find one another, laugh and step right back into times of friendship. My sister calls him our "Halfie" because he is half of a brother. How fortunate. We haven't known Masa quite as long (he's not quite as old!!!) and we immediately loved him as well.
You can imagine how thrilled Doug and I were when Jim and Masa joined us on the boat this year. Only one problem - the time was too short.
Rick and Beck were no-particular-schedule people this spring so they joined us for a transit from Port McNeill to Shearwater enduring Cape Caution and another challenge that remained not photographed but will long be remembered by those aboard. As we rounded Welch Rock into open ocean we broke a towing cleat and set the fishing boat adrift. Everyone donned life jackets. Jan took the helm and with Doug's guidance slipped the SeaDrifter down the back side of a wave. Doug hooked the fishing boat with a hook. He and Rick manhandled the small boat along the swim step. Doug held it fast and Rick climbed aboard firing the 140 hp and falling into line behind the SeaDrifter. There were extra rations of rum for all that evening.