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Mother nature likes to trick us into staying here.  Yesterday was as beautiful as any I have seen in the last 6 months.  We left one of the most beautiful area’s in all of the world, the foot hills of the Cascades, in the shadow of Mt Baker on a photo safari.  We spent the day basking in the beautiful warm sun playing and exploring on Beautiful Lummi Island.


By late afternoon the frogs were out in full force signaling the coming of spring, I fell asleep listening to the sounds of the forest and a symphony played by the creatures of the night.   I awoke to a frozen world, saw my first spring eagle and nearly slipped to my death on the boat covered in a solid sheet of ice.  The deck of The` was as slick as an ice rink and agian I had to break open the frozen companion way hatch.

Living aboard in winter

If I had any brains I would ship the boat somewhere warm, Baja, the Caribbean  the Keys, anywhere warm.  It may still be winter around here but I have Alaska on the brain, Southern Utah, Joshua Tree, Death Valley, Havasupai falls.  Of all the places I have traveled to in the world, none have the diversity or natural beauty of the western America’s.

living aboard in winter

Why is the last mile always the hardest?  We are so close to spring, yet so far away.  We have been bouncing between surf and turf, designing new cushions for our v-berth and generally enjoying the mountains while we wait for spring to warm our frozen bones.  All I can think about today is a big roaring fire and my cast iron skillet filled with bacon and eggs.

Living aboard in winter

“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…” 
~Frances Hodgson

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