Galley Wench Tales

Exploring the world through the people we meet
and the food they eat.

Sailing in Fog

  The calm, clear anchorage from the night before transformed into the morning to a dense fog. We picked our way past the boats we remembered parked next to us the night before, toward the ferry dock, and from there toward shore and the dinghy dock. Port Townsend...
Sailing!

Sailing!

We (still) no longer own a boat. We’re fortunate our friends Chris and Chris generously let us join them on their sail into Canada.* They’ve penciled in a month for their trip from Seattle up into British Columbia’s Desolation Sound. We’re...
Dirt Dweller with Itchy Feet Returns

Dirt Dweller with Itchy Feet Returns

My dirty face inspired Wayne, who rarely snaps photos, to take this one of me a few days ago. Amazingly, my baseball cap dates back to 2013; won from Jacksonville Florida’s Ortega Landing Marina (now “Port 32 Jacksonville at Ortega Landing”) after my...

Transformational

Thursday, the second snow dusting this winter on the distant hills. The Dalles, Oregon.Earlier this week I chided myself for getting too sucked into work to take a moment and step outside to capture the first snow dusting of this winter on the Washinton hills...

Squirreley

Yes, we do miss seeing the sunrise over an uncluttered horizon, and hanging out in the tropics when it’s winter elsewhere. S/V Journey, under sail as the sun rises over our watery horizon.Meanwhile, here in The Dalles, we went from summer to winter within...