On board our boat one summer we had a book by Maurice Maeterlinck called The Fourth Dimension, the fourth dimension being Time—which, according to Dunne, doesn’t exist in itself, but is...
Lakes
Sometimes during the long summers we would get a longing to soak the salt out of ourselves. Charts are concerned only with the sea—they are not interested in what lies beyond the shores. They...
Shiners
I left the children lying on their stomachs on the float, fishing for shiners with thread and a bent pin. Shiners are little glittering fishes that like to congregate under wharfs or floats. They...
A Fish We Remember
We had tucked into the little cove at the north end of Denman Island for the night, with no intention of staying over the next day. We had made a fire on the northeast beach, the only place there...
Cougar
We never started off at the beginning of the summer expecting trouble or exciting things—at least, not after the first couple of years. Then, I think, we were looking for adventures. Later, when...
Desolation
We bucked a strong tide and west wind, and ran for ten hours that day before we finally turned in by Sarah Point. From there we set a straight course for Mink Island, where there is good shelter...
Mike
The first time we met Mike must have been the very first time we anchored in Melanie Cove. It was blowing a heavy southeaster outside, so we had turned into Desolation Sound and run right up to the...
