EVERETT MESS

Snohomish River, Everett after a smooth five hour run up Puget and Possession Sounds

No one, especially not one who was already snarling at the day’s fierce heat, no such person deliberately spills a mug of coffee onto two open books and a favorite pair of shoes and the flybridge floor just when she should be placing fenders and lines. She, because, goodness knows, He can’t be mopping up. It’s his leg. He is at the wheel. He gently nudges PineAweigh to the dock where she yields to being harnessed for the night, He mastered the landing, the placer of lines and fenders finally mastered her attitude. PineAweigh is secure and so are we.