Archive for May, 2010
After a month of pedal-powered skiing adventure in a truly fascinating corner of the earth, we are all back home in Vermont again–safe and sound. To the wonderful country of Norway, the weather gods and the many new friends we made along the way: We cannot thank you enough for… Read the rest
Chelsey here!
…After four incredible and inspiring days of training and playing with some amazing acrobats from all over the world at the Dutch Acrobatics Festival in Harrlem, we met up with fellow YogaSlacker and teammate Daniel to play in the beautiful city of Amsterdam. I am not much of… Read the rest
Helmut emerged, a bit confused as to why I was there.
“Yes?” He asked.
“Um. Hi. Yeah, I was just wondering if you needed some help coming into the marina? You know about the cyclone right?”
“Yes.” He replied. “I’ve been listening to the weather on the radio every hour.… Read the rest
I have a thing for train tracks. A freight corridor bisected the center of my tiny upstate hometown, two gleaming lines with laddered wood horizontals between, conducting endless boxcar caravans over a rickety trestle and preceding them out of town between two tall walls of field grass. The tracks… Read the rest
Helmut is the grouchiest man on earth besides Kirby at Transpac Marine in Santa Barbara. He lives alone on his 30-foot, sun beaten sloop, ‘Einhorn’ moored just outside the boatyard. The old man comes out of his boat ‘cave’ at dawn and dusk. His little tin rowboat is already ashore… Read the rest
My scalp was unusually itchy. Even on the mountain top I had tried to ignore it, but finally there was no denying that something was wrong. The constant itching was driving me mad!?
I stood scratching my head one afternoon, chatting with one of my Tahitian friends.
“Poux?” He asked,… Read the rest
From a deep sleep, through and through
I woke on my boat surrounded by blue!
Ripe papaya, a paddle at my favorite wave
The ocean kindly gave and gave
Then a pack on my back, friend beside
found a trail to the top where sacred flowers reside
Not screwdrivers, sandpaper,… Read the rest
On the evening of the 27th… Read the rest, I was FINALLY ready to leave the dock. The last two weeks in the boatyard marina had driven me to the brink of boat hatred. It seemed no matter how hard I worked to wrap up the last projects, I found new
(Time lapse photo of midnight sunset/sunrise – Courtesy Wikipedia)
ince our only real tent-bound day of the trip two Sundays ago on the beautiful and mountainous island of Kogen in northern Norway, we’ve lucked out with nearly 14 straight days and “nights” of mostly clear weather and excellent ski conditions.… Read the rest
Swell was finally set afloat, leak-free(!), by my crew of boatyard friends, ending an era I won’t soon forget. Eleven months total spent there since August of 2008!? In the wake of my sea freedom, I got inspired to write a poem about the place that brought me so many… Read the rest
