About The Adventures of Blue Bear

I'm Blue Bear. I am soft, fuzzy, and if I do say so myself, very adorable. I am very curious and love discovering what lies over the river, through the woods, or just around the next bend. Not one to pass up a scenic overlook, quiet picnic spot, or a meander off the beaten path, I share my thoughts and observations with a sense of wonder and whimsy. So, slow down, take a deep breath, dream a little, and let your imagination take you along on my journeys.

Que pasa?

OK, you say. Blue posted that photo from the airport and we haven’t heard a word since.

Que’ pasa?

Truth be known, it takes me a few weeks to adjust to the altitude and the physical exertion of living in a mountain community. That plus I am making a doubly (triply?) concerted effort to learn the language this year, so with studying, and tutoring, and studying, plus the normal activities of life (did I mention studying????) I am up with the sunrise most days and fall into bed exhausted at night.

With the holiday break, I am finally feeling like I am catching up with myself and vow to keep you all informed if only with quick picture posts of my travels and adventures featuring the breathtaking, amusing, or totally head-whacking, “what were they thinking?”.

Blue Bear and Mexican muralStay tuned.

Tall Ships

Before the days of steam engines, the world relied on manpower, wind, and water to get things done. Wooden ships with tall masts sailed the seas under yards of canvass sails. Journeys were long and dangerous; many perished in battles, pirate attacks, and storms that battered the ship and sent all hands into an unforgiving sea.

Though today, wood and rope have been replaced by steel, and sexton by GPS,  it is still felt that only by matching hands against the elements under sail does a seaman truly learn about the sea.

When in Portland, Maine recently, the “tall ships,” a collection of sailing vessels from around the world sailed into Portland harbor. Ships large and small, including a replica of a Spanish galleon, provided tours and sailing opportunities to throngs of visitors, while pirates roamed the streets, flags flapped in the breeze, and music filled the air.

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Since the festival extended into Monday, I had the opportunity to board the USS barque Eagle, the Coast Guard sailing training ship. Gleaming in polished wood, and brass and strung with miles of cabling,  yards of canvass sails, and baggywinkle (see the link), it is a magnificent vessel of a former time, preserved for today.

All aboard Matey!