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In which you think you have time

I’m feeling all kinds of immense gratitude right now for the people in my life. This year started out rocky, and with a lot of loss in terms of wonderful human beings that left us before we got to do and say everything we intended with them—and of course, when do we ever reach that point, of it being enough? We don’t. We continue to re-learn the lesson, all of us, in that very awful hard way, that even though we think we have time, we so often don’t. Continue reading In which you think you have time

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Triple Crown

My plans for the long weekend were patchy and unconfirmed as I set out in my car alone on Saturday morning, but I had three goals. I wanted to climb. I wanted to camp and explore more of the valley that runs out from the Coulee’s dramatic basalt columns into a dry glacial plain before diving over the cliffs of the Columbia River Gorge. And I wanted to sail. A good friend of mine was going to be starting a new chapter of life, kicking off his dream to live aboard a sailboat, and the chance to help deliver the boat from Port Orchard to its new home in Elliot Bay was exciting enough to keep me from sleeping in my car at the crag all weekend. It was a tall order to pack into three days, with all the driving back and forth and choosing to not take work off for the holiday, and as I headed away from the rainy city toward Vantage, I wondered if I’d set my sights too high. Continue reading Triple Crown

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The tapestry of tribes

I remember exactly how I felt sitting in a cheap plastic chair on that little balcony during my first night in Cairo, feet propped up on the railing as I stared out at a softly glowing haze thick with dust and sand. Al Qahirah’s tradewinds blew a hot, dirty night breeze into our faces, and despite already knowing that the city’s air was notorious for turning its residents’ lungs as black as pack-a-day smokers, I was completely in love. Continue reading The tapestry of tribes