My first glimpse of the San Juan islands was from the air. The charter company I was working for had a 40′ sailboat stranded in Friday Harbor with a broken transmission. I offered to fly over and deliver her home. It was sitting right seat in a Cessna 210 that I first discovered this tiny Island paradise now a part of the Salish Sea.
Sailing home that day is still one of my more memorable days in the islands, even with a full size chart book and plotter I was lost for the first hour, everything looked the same yet very different. It was also my first lesson in the local currents and the havoc they can play on the unprepared.
Now that we live aboard full time we don’t call any one place our home other than Sookie.
We don’t have any bills or a home mailing mailing address. If you want to find us General Delivery is the only way.
No phone, no keys, no time table, our lives are directed by the seasons, the sun, the moon and the stars.
Our jobs take place behind the lens of my Nikons and on the keys of our Mac Books.
I needed some footage for a feature article I’m writing for Outside Magazine and had just finished laying my last coat of varnish just hours before the rain set in.
We laid around drinking hot coffee and chatting about where we wanted to sail next when the weather broke.
Chloe was loaded into the dock cart, I grabbed one camera with my 18-55mm lens and the three of us hit the road.
We didn’t have any plans or itinerary, we just wanted to see everything.
You don’t have to go far or look very hard to find the beauty of old San Juan, its everywhere.
Driving home that evening we both decided that we could spend the rest of our days exploring this magical world lost in time.
While we have no plans to set any roots I know that someday down the road , I will build my tiny home and Emily will have her own goat farm.
“You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”
― Ansel Adams