I have always had some deep-seated enthusiasm for cities and towns built on hills and overlooking water. Astoria hits this spot, with a wealth of old buildings scattered around above the still lively and commercial waterfront. From the marina where we sit waiting out some nasty weather, we can see this phalanx of brightly colored houses above the on- ramps to the bridge over the Columbia.
Capturing the scene is more difficult. Sketching and painting skills are rusty. In fact, most of the muscles and sectors of the brain used for boat travel are rusty. We are sore all over, have many bruises and minor injuries from moving, and generally feel quite creaky. This respite in Astoria is a balm. This is a serious deep water harbour, and we are among a number of boats that are heading out in the next few days to sail north. Another day of rest and preparation and we will be ready to go.