Montana Wolf

Monday, July 12, 2010

Safe Harbor

There is a sonar screen on the dash of the Thea G. It announces the depth in large numbers as well as an ever-changing graph of the sea floor that displays the lay of the underwater land. I think how good it would be to have one of these built into my body. A mechanism to show me groundswells; when abrupt drop offs are near where depth charges are hidden.

I pull on my rubber boots and head for shore with Teak and my camera. Remnants of a cannery protrude from soggy grasses. I snap shots of a blue shipwreck covered in grasses and moss, almost invisible. I must take a look at both sides to make out the complete name: the Blue Empress. She's from Shelby, MT. Oh, to know her story. I love my boots. They give me access to water-logged areas, shore and waves. Their support and traction allow me to hike.

Teak and I return to the boat. Ron is asleep on his mattress in the galley. I grab a cigar and another jacket and return to the deck. It's almost 11:00 p.m. and the waters are a soft tangerine orange with sunset. Two seals swim off the port side; bald eagles cry, fly and scrape the water with their talons.

I am at ease in this calm on the edge of the wild.

3 comments:

  1. christina, thank you for writing this. i feel like i'm there and there's no other way i'd ever experience all this. thank you, sweet friend. ~ lea

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  2. OH OH OH that I would have been there when it was time for the cigar!!!

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  3. I got so excited about the cigar I neglected to mention the sonar screen wanna be mode... now wouldn't that be dandy?

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