I think I still love you though and I’ll most probably be back in your grasp again.
Where were the dreamy sessions? The Gorge-esque days?
Have we squeezed the best of you?
The last few weeks there I was your slave: thirty knots one day, none the next. And to make it even worse you revealed your potential, long before you had to. I witnessed it when I arrived, but as we got to work it was gone, you were gone.
Precious landscapes, but abundant beauty always has a catch. Tricky winds.
You played with us, teased our souls and drained our patience. You took every bit of strength we had.
Filming for this project has been the toughest of all the films. Brazil is easy to shoot, Hood River is different. We’re going for gold.
I live reminiscing of how you play hard to get, and thats fine. I might I like this game, I don't know.
You were a bit of a son of a bitch, but I’m not giving up. I’ll come back for more.