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A World Without Din

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Wisdom for the Ages

This article, written by Kim Kevin and published by Cruising World magazine on August 31, 2022, is reproduced here without permission and for Wayback blog friends and family only. For the original article and corresponding invitation to subscribe, please see here. Wisdom for the Ages As time marches on, different styles of boating can be appealing – especially in charter and bucket list destinations. By Kim Kavin | August 31, 2022 Lifelong sailors sometimes switch to power and charter a trawler to explore remote destinations from the Pacific Northwest to Alaska. Courtesy NW Explorations Jan Reyers tried to take it in stride when his father started calling him “my deviant son.” After all, his father had sailed until he was almost 70 years old, and Reyers had spent countless years sailing a Columbia 22 on Lake Superior. This was a family that lived by the wind. The mere thought of buying a boat without sails made Reyers, well, a wayward child. The thing is, Reyers wasn...

Returning to the Light

Researching Isle Royale history over this past winter, often from the notes and files of my writer and publisher father-in-law, enhanced memories of my time in Washington Harbor last summer. Living and walking among the cabins, fish houses, and boat houses of Washington and Barnum Islands, boat trips to the Rock of Ages lighthouse, and visits to the site of the shipwreck America brought some of that history to life for me. It was so enjoyable, rewarding, refreshing (read: cool), and informative (thanks to descendants of the Sivertson fishing family), that I'm returning again as a volunteer this year. The Rock of Ages Lighthouse Preservation Society (ROALPS) was desperate enough to ask me to run the Rock Hopper workboat again to move supplies and work crews back and forth to the lighthouse for another season. Plans were to "Paint the Rock" this season. Over the winter, as part of their fundraising, I wrote a couple of articles to support publicity efforts. One, A...

Barnum Island Mornings

At 5:00 a.m., my wake-up call comes—a low, throaty grunt I’ve come to recognize. I step outside into the cool predawn light. No movement. No shadow. But he’s out there. It looked like a perfect morning for a row, so I threw on a shirt and pants and headed toward the boat. Sometimes I take the canoe, sometimes the rowboat, depending on the mission. This morning’s mission was clear: venture out into the lake and size up the conditions. I needed to get the crew off the lighthouse that day, or risk them missing the ferry home the next morning. And they were ready, having spent two more days than necessary because the wind direction and velocity kept me from trying the hazardous dock. A full five days in the confines of the Rock of Ages Lighthouse is usually enough for anyone. Halfway to the water, I glance back toward the Johns Hotel and there he is—his great palmate antlers rising above the brush, still as a carving, watching me work. By the time I’m sliding into the small harbor, h...

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