There’s nothing quite like watching a kid’s face when the rod tip really starts thumping, and he or she realizes they’ve hooked a real live fish this time, not the bottom again.
“I’ve got one! I’ve really got one!”
That’s one of the sweet shouts of summer.
I have a friend who likes to research new places to go in his 26-foot single-diesel pilothouse boat by looking at harbors and measuring distances on Google Earth. “Then I check the charts and go. It’s a great way to find new places,” he says.
“We love the water, and this house is such a fun place to live,” Nora Spradlin says of her home at the confluence of the Coan and Potomac rivers in Virginia. “We have fantastic views of the water from every room in the house (except one bath) because we’re at the end of a point.”
Oil painting by Christopher Blossom
A full-rigged ship labors in heavy seas through the high latitudes of the Southern Ocean in this historic work by the noted artist Christopher Blossom. This part of the world is known to sailors as the “Roaring Forties,” the 40-degree latitudes where winds and waves sweep west to east around the globe almost uninterrupted.
A Life In Boats
When I was a kid, almost every boat was built of wood, and rowing was how you got out to your mooring. Now inflatables have replaced just about every oar-powered pram, dinghy and dory.
In our family, the progression for young boaters was clear and unvarying for seven children: learn to swim before you could row, learn to row before you could sail, learn to sail before you could use a powerboat.
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