Are you like me?
Have you become a parent, settled down into home life and couch-dom and
gained weight accumulated more and more anxieties? While at the same time drinking wine and enviously watching others soar through life on tv, confronting gravity and their fears?
plus the ease of regretful emails is why my friends and I went ziplining when we recently met up in Utah.
Yes, I sent the email…but I didn’t think any of them would say yes. We’re all 40-mumblemumble-year-old moms with young lives relying on us. But once the ball got rolling, it apparently couldn’t stop. I couldn’t bail when it was my idea, right?
To help us acclimate, we started with a short, lower zipline. Continue reading
It may be after Labor Day and you may not be wearing your white shoes anymore
come on, people!, but Mother Nature’s still squeaking out some glorious warm days in the Pacific Northwest.
We took advantage and headed to the Port Townsend Wooden Boat Festival (an easy, 1 1/2 hour drive from Bainbridge Island) on one of those days.The place was packed, three boats thick, on the docks.
You may not know this
cuz no one listens to me around here! but the Hubs used to be a liveaboard on his own 65′ wooden boat (motorized) in Alaska, so it was with great trepidation I made this outing with him.
Anything could happen, right?
He could get smitten with another
bloodsucking, bank-draining, time-hoarding, soul-crushing wooden boat. He could talk so long with boat owners I’d need IV fluids and a stretcher. He could get fascinated with the tool demonstrations of metal cutting wood and then cutting it over again, and again. and probably again and we’d never leave!
While the Hubs talked to the boat people, the Kid and I went aboard boats. Some had the living situation all figured out.We saw several built-in bathtubs
this ALMOST changes everything.Mood lighting, anyone?
We did eat pretty well.And took in some fantastic views.Every boat should have a hammock, don’t you think?Are you, or have you ever been, a boat person?