Beachy Dreams, Book Reviews, and Learning to Love Instagram

Good Evening My Friends!

How are you doing? I hope you’re having a wonderful summer. It took a while for me to fall into summer. To get into that mindset of long, lazy days and cool, breezy evenings. But I finally got there. I’ve been spending time on the beach lately and it has rejuvenated my soul. I’ve also been devouring books left, right, and center. My brain is thankful. At 33 years old, my generation is the last one to have experienced life before the internet. My daughter will never know such a thing. Up here where we are in touch with mother nature on a daily basis, she often says to me, “Mom, can I watch TV? Or can I play on the tablet?”. I put a book in her hands. She asks me what I did as a child if there was no such thing as the internet. I told her, “we played outside”. “Every day?” she asked. “Every single day” I replied.


But technology isn’t necessarily evil. I admit that as an “old soul” I don’t usually stay up to date with the trends, (despite being married to a man who is in the IT field). I could care less what iphone is out and selling. I have never used snapchat, and for the life of me I don’t understand what a vine is for.

But… I do like Instagram! πŸ™‚

There are many days where I want to blog, but then I feel tired. Other days I’m cooking the same recipes I’ve already posted and I don’t have much to say. So instead, I turn to Instagram. I post on there snippets of movies I’m watching, books I’m reading, or something about sailing that makes me smile. I like to think of it as a “snap” of the day when I don’t have the energy to sit down here and gush. So if you’re curious about my adventures, I encourage you to follow me on there @sailingvesselmyrmidon ! πŸ™‚ I welcome all of you and would love to read your comments.

So what have I been up to these past two weeks…?

I recently read a great YA novel called “The Turn of the Tide” By: Rosanne Parry. I expected it to be a juvenile novel that I’d read, enjoy, and then forget about. Instead, it was a story that had me captivated and I devoured the book in two days flat. The story is set in Astoria, Oregon. A girl named Jet longs to be a pilot just like her father. Pause here a moment. I had no idea that there were shipping captains called pilots. But there are! And they have the most dangerous, yet fascinating job ever! Basically, they are marine captains with thousands of nautical miles under their belt prior to being chosen as a bar pilot. Then once chosen they undergo a two year intensive training program to become a certified bar pilot. A bar pilot is a marine captain who extensively knows the major shipping port and navigates every massive cargo vessel coming into and out of port.


Think of it this way: a giant cargo ship is coming into the Columbia Bar ( on the way to Portland, OR.). The Columbia Bar is known as the “graveyard of the west” because 900 vessels have sunk there, and over 2000 lives have been lost. So in the late 1800’s they began the bar piloting program to have captains be lifted (or boated) out to these cargo carriers, and they drive the ship into the harbor through the dangerous bar. The cargo captain stands by to assist but it’s these bar pilots that actually steer the ship. Pretty amazing, right?

If you’d like to watch an incredible 16 minute video to see the Columbia Bar Pilots in action click here!

So Jet wants to become a bar pilot like her father. On the other side of the world, Jet’s cousin Kai has just gone through a tsunami and lost his grandparents, his home, and everything he knows. His parents are safe, but they are working around the clock in the nearby nuclear plant to prevent a meltdown. So they send Kai to live with Jet and her family for the summer. After experiencing PTSD from the tsunami, Jet helps Kai fall in love with the water again through sailing. It’s a beautiful story filled with adventure, tons of sailing lingo, and intriguing characters. I highly recommend it!


I also finished “The Sex Lives of Cannibals: Adrift in the Equatorial Pacific” By: J. Maarten Troost. The title alone cracked me up and made me curious to know more. So I dove into the travel account of the author and his now-wife, who decide to pack up everything and move from the U.S. all the way to Kiribati in the Pacific. They expected to be welcomed with palm trees flowing, thatched huts with comfy beds, and endless white sand beaches. What they found upon their arrival was a beach used as a toilet, the vast population of Tarawa (the capital city) extremely impoverished, water that was virtually undrinkable, and heat so unfathomable that they nearly blistered on the first day of travel. Yet, in their stay on Kiribati for two years, they experienced unique friendships, met unconventional people passing through, saw nature on a whole other level, and learned to live without most conveniences. Again, I recommend this book to anyone who wants a great laugh, and loves reading about new places. By the time I was finished I Google Earthed Kiribati just to see what Tarawa looked like! πŸ™‚ I know you will too.

Well that’s it from me for today. Stay tuned for more adventures. I hope you all have a lovely evening and as always, keep on cooking ❀


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