There is a song we have been listening to lately whose chorus says, "how lucky we are" and I feel that more today than anytime thus far in my life. Is everything in my life perfect or is everything occurring according to plan? Far from it, but I have the wisdom to recognize just how lucky I am each and every day. Everyone searches for the recipe for happiness, unfortunately one does not exist, but if it did I bet the secret ingredient would be a large quantity of gratitude....................
and a yacht wouldn't hurt either.
One way to feel small is to set out in a kayak and have a large vessel create a mammoth wave for you to navigate through.
The endless personalities of the houseboats I am convinced speak to the varied lives of the owners.
One of the true joys of the Pacific Northwest is our busy waterways. Whether by kayak, canoe, powerboat or seaplane. Watching the seaplanes take off and land is truly remarkable, especially from a kayak.
Refueled by tacos, we headed to Rattlesnake Ridge for a little R & R. Too bad every ridge we went to someone else had the same idea too.
There are good places to lay in the sun and then there are great places.