Summers Passing

I’m still young, but I know my days are numbered
1234567 and so on
But a time will come when these numbers have all ended
And all I’ve ever seen will be forgotten
- crash test dummies
It’s not autumn yet. Today’s photograph was actually taken 2 months from now, and a few years ago. So when you think about it that way, it’s not autumn anymore either. . . AND it’s not autumn yet. Be that as it may, it’s certainly starting to feel like autumn now. At least in the very early mornings. It’s the arrival of that strange fall effect where the mornings are very cool and damp, but with the rising of the sun, the day still becomes quite hot. Yet, even in the heat of the day, something feels off. The sun lacks radiance. The sky remains dark blue. Cold drafts seem to swirl around every corner like spirits, rustling leaves and causing sudden ghostly chills before once again disappearing into the ether. We are in the death throes of summer. We should take these last weeks to celebrate it’s existence and yet, this morning chill haunts me so. I find that I can’t help but begin to mourn the summers passing.
Imagine You’re Alone…

don’t give up
‘cos you have friends
don’t give up
you’re not beaten yet
don’t give up
I know you can make it good – gabriel
Learn to know what you don’t know. Then know it. In some ways our lives are way too simple. We get up, we eat, we drive the same route to work each day, we do a job we’ve done for a thousand years, then drive the same route home, eat and then veg in front of a television. Days pass. Weeks turn into months and months into years. There’s nothing wrong with that exactly, but it may lead us to feel way too secure in what we think we know. Then suddenly, shockingly things can go very wrong. Continue reading
Out To Dry

Sea kayakers would love to pretend we’re all about wild abandon and reckless adventure, yet sometimes yard work and a bit of DIY just can’t be avoided. Yesterday instead of spending my day in high adventure, I finally buckled down and replaced our old clothes line. Of course that doesn’t mean I can’t find a way to make it about kayaking as well! Continue reading
Australopithecus, Jellyfish & Mummies

My 10-year-old had been lobbying all summer for a trip to the Shedd Aquarium in Chicago. Of course you know how summers go… Well, with only a week before he went back to school, we finally put the pause-button on the daily grind and took the 3 hour drive to the city. Did I say 3 hours? Well, that’s what it would be if not for the long traffic jams that seem to be part of daily life in Chicago. I used to be pretty good at getting in and out of Chicago while rarely worrying about traffic. In the last couple years however, it seems that morning and evening rush hours have merged into an almost debilitating all day event. Continue reading
Legends

The Gales Storm Gathering will be held from Oct 8-9-10 at Presque Isle Park in Marquette, Michigan. The event is to be the first intermediate to advanced sea kayaking symposium on Lake Superior. The Gales is co-sponsored by Geneva Kayak Center, Go Kayak Now!, and Downwind Sports. Registration fees are from $120 to $330 & lodging from $20-$60. To register, and for more details visit www.galesstormgathering.com… Continue reading
Skerray Monday

I was going to sit down and write about the Gales Storm Gathering symposium coming up this October 8th – 10th, but instead you get a picture of my Rockpool sitting in the grass by a posh looking fountain filled pond. The reason is that I spent yesterday teaching an all day class at Rutabaga (Home of the posh pond), and I have to zoom back down there this morning to do another. I’ve no time for anything but gibberish this morning! I often teach a lot more in this time of year, when all the college students go back to school and they’re forced to let us old geezers out to teach again. Continue reading
Faster Than…

Went running again yesterday. I’m finally feeling back on task and back in the swing. Hilly trail, 4 miles, 3 days a week. Good, good. My lungs seem happy, my heart has found its comfort zone, my sprain finally has healed and even my legs seem content to carry my not-s0-tiny frame up and down the bluffs. I’ve been feeling pretty good. Each day, my goal is to add just a pinch more speed. You know the thing about that don’t you? It’s not that you need to out run the bear… you only need to out run the slowest person in your group . . .Puts a whole new spin on never going hiking alone… Happy Saturday!
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