Well, I was for two days, anyway. Photo is of me on board Gwylan, headed for the green can on the first leg of the first day of the Homer Yacht Club’s two-day regatta. Fourteen sailboats in the race, there is no more beautiful sight than all those lovely boats, sails raised, spread out over Kachemak Bay. I’m crewing, basically tripping and stumbling around the boat trying not to get into anyone’s way and hauling on lines and sails where directed (and allowed). I actually got to steer on Sunday, although I immediately put us on a bearing for Hawaii and the captain had to come scrambling back to get us on course. Might have been subliminal…

Photo by my crewmate, Jonathan Coke. Thanks, Jonathan! He works for KBBI, the Bay’s local public radio station, and is also my most recent Facebook buddy.

The second photo is of our, um, interesting start on the second day, which believe me looks a lot less terrifying from the beach than it does when you’re in the middle of it. But no boat was sunk, nobody drowned and everybody crossed the finish line, so it was a good day sailing on the Bay. And the weather turned simply glorious, so no slipping and sliding around a wet deck, always a good thing. This photo taken by Terry Rensel, the program director at KBBI, who was standing on Coal Point at the end of the Homer Spit with his dad at just the right moment.

This is a painting of the Celtic, the 75-foot fish tender I lived on with my mom, off and on (on most summers, off some winters) for five years when I was a kid. Some of you will remember the short story I wrote about that time called “The Gift” (click on the link to read an excerpt) which was published in Alaska Women Write.

The painting is by Homer artist Brad Hughes. Of course because it’s me a story goes with this painting: I’ve been admiring another of Brad’s paintings of the Celtic in the Duncan House Diner here in Homer for years. We were all broke when I was a kid, no money for incidentals like cameras and film and developing, so I have no photos of that time. So I’d haul people down to the Diner to show them the painting and say, “See! That’s what I grew up on!”

In the meantime, Brad hooked up with Jim Cobb, a local gent who also spent time on the Celtic and who evidently has an eidetic memory, because he proceeded to sit down and draw Brad a schematic drawing that looks like it just came off the marine architect’s drawing board. From that Brad painted this painting, which was reproduced for the cover of the K-Bay Seafest insert in the Homer News.
Which was where I first saw it. And immediately bought it. It looks like it’s coming out of Bear Cove bound for Homer, with Chocolate Drop (pointy mountain that looks like a Hershey’s Kiss) off the port bow.

Brad’s a very talented graphic artist as well, his presence is felt all over Homer in the way cool signs for places like Alice’s Champagne Palace and Smokey Bay Natural Foods and Frontier. Click here to check out his website.

And here’s a photo of one of the moose who have been hanging out around my house this spring, waiting for me to plant my garden so they can eat it. She’s pregnant, and her left hind leg is messed up, the knee kind of giving out from under her when she puts her weight on it, so I don’t know if I’m going to see her again. Mind you, I’m sorry about that, and I hope mother and child make it, I really do, but mostly I’m hoping she doesn’t die in my front yard. If she does, I’ll have to pay someone to haul her away or wait for the eagles and the ravens to pick her clean. Either way, it will be one smelly mess.

You didn’t know I was this hard-hearted, didya? What can I say, it’s the Alaskan in me.

Later–

Dana