Writing, Sailing & Life Adventures
Who's Driving the Boat?
I was beyond confused. It was dark. Colin was lying next to me, snoring. If we were both asleep, no one was at the tiller. How had we let that...
Who's Driving the Boat?
I was beyond confused. It was dark. Colin was lying next to me, snoring. If we were both asleep, no one was at the tiller. How had we let that...
Point Conception In Our Rearview
We were screaming downwind in 25 knots of breeze with following seas. The jib was giving us six knots of boat speed and we were surfing eight foot swells with...
Point Conception In Our Rearview
We were screaming downwind in 25 knots of breeze with following seas. The jib was giving us six knots of boat speed and we were surfing eight foot swells with...
Shaken, Not Stirred
We said the California Coast would be our shakedown sail and here we are: shaking away. The planned passage from Monterey to San Simeon went well with two exceptions: it...
Shaken, Not Stirred
We said the California Coast would be our shakedown sail and here we are: shaking away. The planned passage from Monterey to San Simeon went well with two exceptions: it...
“What's That Noise?”
That is our affectionate name for a new game we’re learning to play on the boat. Points gained for correctly distinguishing slapping lazy jacks from slapping halyards without leaving the...
“What's That Noise?”
That is our affectionate name for a new game we’re learning to play on the boat. Points gained for correctly distinguishing slapping lazy jacks from slapping halyards without leaving the...
"I'm just living the dream right now."
That was all I could reply after my fourth round of feeding the fish off the leeward rail.
"I'm just living the dream right now."
That was all I could reply after my fourth round of feeding the fish off the leeward rail.