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October 15, 2004



In this season around the Vancouver coas we often have fog, which flows up on False Creek or Burrard Inlet. It is so thick that it hides everything just five meters away from you. Sailing in a fog is very dangerous and if you have no GPS and radar system, you can't move until it gets clear. Fogs are more blinding than nightime. We can see stars, the moon, and the lights of other ships or buoys at night, but we can see nothing in a thick fog. Whiteout is more fearful than blackout. Yesterday, this fog was flowing through the Lions Gate Bridge and about to hide it into the white darkness.

Kathy Hand

Your pictures of Vancouver are so beautiful. They have made me more and more anxious to take a trip out your way and see it for myself. Maybe in the spring I can join all those rollerbladers in Stanley Park!



Are you a rollerblader? If so, please take care not to be injured. My first experience of rollerblading last year caused my terrible backache.

Kathy Hand

I lived in L.A. for many years and skated a lot out there. The weather here (in New Jersey, where I live now) isn't very good for such activities. It is usually too windy, too rainy, or too hot and humid. I'm looking forward to moving to a warmer climate in a couple years and being able to skate outdoors.

When I skate my main concern is my wrists and elbows. I wouldn't be able to do my job if I couldn't type, so I always wear wrist guards and sometimes wear elbow protection (depending on where I skate).


Thanks for reading and rodienspng, John. It was a great book. I finished it in 2 sittings. Our theologies are clearly different, but he does hit on a truth in the last section when he describes how our creativity comes from something higher than ourselves. Everything good, beautiful, and creative is the result of the hand of the ultimate Creator working on us, whether or not we recognize it as such. Without that, everything crumbles to something much less than primordial.My next book along these lines will be Quitter by Jon Acuff. These kick-in-the-pants prose are real blessings.

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