A Macgregor 26X sailboat, launched in late October, Cruising the lake, a journey to remember. Freedom not available to the mansion bound. A chance to escape, to be unbound. The Macgregor 26X sailboat, a beauty to behold, A trailerable sailer, a story to be told. Introduced in 1995, a design so fine, Lets toast her builder With Washington beer and wine.
Then came the cowboys, with their protest loud, Against the federal rule, they stood proud. But the standoff turned tragic, a spokesman fell, In the land of Malheur, where the egrets dwell. Yet nothing was resolved, the struggle ended, The land still contested, the wounds not mended. But through it all, the birds remain, In the land of Malheur, amidst the distress and pain.
Upon the path of Highway 99, Lies Wolf Creek Tavern, a sight so divine. Eight rooms of comfort, where guests may recline, With WiFi strong, and red wine so fine, a lot of work will get done. It is Devine. Clark Gable once rested his weary head, And Jack London wrote, in a room filled with Halloween dread. Stagecoaches of old, and Teslas so sleek, Both find their occupants rest here for a day or a week.
At the taproom in town, they sampled the brews, Craft beers on tap, a variety to choose. But little did they know, as the night grew late, They would encounter creatures, a mysterious fate. Two Bigfoot appeared, a male and his mate, In the misty woods of Saint Helens town, A Macgregor 26x set sail, up and down. Late September, the air crisp and cool, The crew embarked on a journey, a boating duel.
Sir Thomas Lipton, a knight so grand, in the tea trade made his name, His legacy in the Lipton Cup, added to his fame. From the Royal Victoria Yacht Club, to Seattle’s bustling bay, His influence on the sailing world, is still felt to this day. So here’s to Lipton, Geary, Monk, and the clubs that bear their mark, To the Spirit of Seattle, and the yachts that sparked a spark. In the annals of the sailing world, their stories brightly glow, A testament to the passion, that only sailors know.
In the heart of the Pacific’s grand expanse, Lie the Channel Islands, in a sunlit dance. Eight jewels of nature, each with a tale, Preserved and protected, against the gale. The islands stand strong, in the face of the fossil fuel storm, A beacon of hope, in its purest form. For the Channel Islands, in their silent plea, Remind us all, of how beautiful our world can be.
Ten years of journeys, a decade of cheer, The son learns the secrets the valley holds dear, In Grants Pass, he rests, avoiding the night, And Roseburg he visits, with yurts in his sight. The Oregon Caves, a marvel to see, Their subterranean wonders, a mystery, He sips on the brews of the valley so fair, And dreams of the Shakespeare performed in the air.
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I sailed from Seattle to Olympia, A journey of wonder and delight, Stopping at ports along the way, To see the sights and take in the light. First, I stopped at Blake Island, A state park with trails and beach, Then on to Penrose Point, A place that’s within easy reach. Next, I sailed to Jarrell Cove, A state park with a beach and trails,
And then to Boston Harbor, A small community with a marina that never fails. Finally, I arrived in Olympia, A city with a harbor so grand,
I hiked for beer made of artesian water, And walked the boardwalk at the Olympia Yacht Club, so grand.