A couple of summers ago, as I paddled my kayak through the narrow passage at the entrance of Fisherman’s Bay on Lopez Island, Wash., I came up on a dated but nicely kept El Toro dinghy skippered by a bear of a man.
We interrupt our regular programming for breaking news: Canada invades France! R-boats conquer new territory!
Peaceful, laid-back Canada sends an expedition corps to the Cote d’Azur to tease the French at their own game of sailing pretty old boats? Mon Dieu! What’s up with that?
When John Harris talks about purple cows he’s taking a detour to the French countryside, which is dotted by millions of indistinctive black-and-white bovines. What he’s really talking about is his yellow boat — not a submarine, like the one the Beatles sang about, although as a trained musician he’d dig that one, too.
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