I am having the winter blahs; how about you? Although we’ve had an open winter without a whole lot of snow in downstate Michigan, one grey day after another feels piled on top of me like a vast tarp repressing my spirit.
Ever since the summer when I was nine years old and my family lived on a boat moored in a New England harbor, I have loved small boats. We had great big Elco cruiser, but in order to play with my friends I rowed our little dinghy ashore. Nowadays I am utterly content to ply a stout little kayak up and down the Betsie, a narrow, winding river in northwest Michigan.