Nautical nerds by Rhys Logan

Never have I had so much fun not having a clue what I was doing. 

I suppose that isn't much different than normal, but with a new living situation, new awesome people and some new experiences, to say that the last couple months have been a blur would be an understatement, but a blur that has solidified my firm belief that Bellingham harbors some of the most amazing spaces I have ever encountered, along with some of the best people you could hope to meet. 

And when those people happen to be generous enough to invite you to quite literally learn the ropes and major basics of operating a 40 foot sailboat, you consider yourself lucky!

Here's to the summer and gettin after it every day, and here's to being the best rail meat on the town. 

thanks for looking,



Devin and Meghan by Rhys Logan

It seems nature has its own way of balancing things out, exactly the way it seems fit.  With the winter only just now feeling truly in full swing, this fall I will remember as one of the nicest and most beautiful I've ever had in the Northwest.  It will be even more solidified as one of my favorite, having been given the opportunity to goof around with good friends Devin and Meghan for their engagement shoot.  Both lovers of adventure and the outdoors, getting to explore Chuckanut Drive and the amazing colors, as well as dodge traffic zooming by, was the perfect afternoon.  A dreamy fog fell and rose around us with just the right timing as well; with an ocean of mist swallowing the sunset, right as we raced up the ridge, jumped out of the car and got a few shots in the fading light.  

Thanks Devin and Meghan for many days on the mountain to come,

and thanks for looking,


And Then There Was One... by Rhys Logan

Being the only one in my family to carry on the family name never got so real. My older sister now engaged, the fire was lit and now turned up directly underneath.  That being said. I'll be accepting applications for a wife soon, make the right decision and apply now!

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A break for some break by Rhys Logan

Waking up slowly to the sounds of jungle didn't seem real having spent the last four months waist deep in snow. Slipping back into a reality that hardly seems like one, as tropical birds are a reminder of the coming sun. And as it does come, the valley of Manoa and glowing skyline of Honolulu, slowly coming to life with billowing purple, blue and pink thunderheads from the previous nights monsoon-esque rioting, it is mirage-like and beautiful, like a relaxing dream, or those corona commercials with the people just silently watching. And with an actual corona in your hand at 6:30 am its fun to think that the script is also in your hands for what happens after the channel changes.  'I'm in Hawwaii' didn't even make it real, because I had found myself saying the same things over the course of the winter to convince myself just as much of their reality.  I'm in Tahoe.. I'm in an avalanche.. I'm in Utah... I'm in India.... I'm in Kashmir... I'm in the Himalayas.. I'm in a helicopter.. I'm home.        

After a dream snow season, sitting on an island felt like enough of a breath to just barely scratch the surface of digesting the memories and experiences shared with friends, strangers and in places wild and new, familiar and old. Even sitting in one place alone, minutes turn to hours as I recall all the laughs and moments of stoke and excitement, watching the movie in my mind that plays the best parts, in a highlight reel of life. All the seconds that have turned into some of the most defining moments in my life, and have become factors for future decisions I will make to ensure that they are never forgotten, I am always thankful for them, and will care for them until I can tell someone else about them so they can search for their own.  The names and faces and feelings and dwellings of these things that make up my life experience are my most cherished parts of me, and I hope to share then very soon and lot more often.  

Some of the recent ones happened last week on a small island in the Pacific Ocean called O'ahu.  Showing up as tag along, a travel parasite of friends going to see other friends, I unashamedly included myself on a cheap ticket trip to sleep on the floor of some new found friends house and decompress and get my body temperature back to its normal five degrees below average... 

Six days of sand, sun, sea turtles and sunburn. Waterfalls and fish chasing and corona sunrises.  Life is good and seems better knowing you don't need hawaii, or adventure or anything crazy, to know you love your friends and to appreciate people who appreciate you.

thanks for reading and please tune in more as I blog like a boss the next couple weeks. 


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Bellingham Crabbing by Rhys Logan

Friend and crabber extroardinaire Phil Cibicki recently took me on a mini excursion for the small tasty eight sea-going clawed friends we know as red rock crabs.  A nice frigid afternoon shaped up nicely into a deathly chilling evening, as we dropped our single pot, and went to Woods Coffee to catch a killer sunset and a cup of something warm.  While we didn't get any keepers, it was far from a wasted adventure!

Not a bad afternoon,