A day in the life, more or less.
I make Shuksan split-cane flyrods out of my home in Bellingham, looking from a window over little Lost Creek (…good luck finding it). I’m up before 5 most every morning, and coffee is always on.
Sometimes my hair’s long and sometimes it’s high and tight. I love books, I prefer phone calls to texts, and I like to listen to music on a record player. And writing letters is still my primary means of correspondence, the pace suits me.
For nearly 20 years I’ve been a fireman in downtown Seattle with some of the best men you can imagine. We do our job, more or less, the same way it’s always been done, minus the horses. In what seems like another life, or a lifetime ago, I was a surf lifeguard on the beach in Santa Cruz.
In my spare time I pretend to know how to play the guitar.
To date, I’ve done the Ironman triathlon five times, first when I was 19 years old and most recently when I turned 40, and I’ll do it again. I’m slower than I once was, and that’s fine. To get lost on a trail run, far from pavement and way up in the mountains, is my idea of a heaven and there are no priests at the churches I pray in tho occasionally, I run with a pack rod.
I’ve always thought being kind goes a long way and that being tough is a function of endurance and both are a requisite to happiness. There is plenty of bulls**t travelling on every frequency, both as personalities and information, call it out everytime you see it. It’s now more important than ever.
If I had a crystal ball, it’d say consumption is what’ll do us in, and every one of us is complicit.
Generally I’ve found it’s better to be last in line.
My most favorite thing in the whole wide world is my wife and our two boys, who look just like her and take after her too, as does our dog, Wilson. Most nights we all sleep out back on the covered deck, and I wonder with Wonder at it all.