In 1979 KHOYA brought me to this very Point Hudson dock,
Nestled in a wooden home with gentle tidal rock.
Then embarked northward along our coastal stretch
Aboard this very same classic Herreshoff ketch.
Emerald inland water; then ’round Vancouver Isle
At twenty was immersed in a maritime lifestyle.
With charts and dead reckoning; we found our way,
Twas anchor at night and compass by day,
Thru swiriling currents; clam fires on the beach
Native wilds beyond civilizations reach.
Sails pulling in the wind, splashed with spray
Connects on to an ancient canoeing way.

~Decades have passed, journeys with the elders up along the coast,
KHOYA served as a center, ever my beloved waterborne host.