Passage To St Martin
I’m afraid of the dark. When I was little I’d take a flying leap into my bed so the boogey monster couldn’t drag me into his lair. Fast forward and I’m forced to face my fear on a boat in the middle of an ocean.
Read MoreNov 30, 2019 | Adventures | 4
I’m afraid of the dark. When I was little I’d take a flying leap into my bed so the boogey monster couldn’t drag me into his lair. Fast forward and I’m forced to face my fear on a boat in the middle of an ocean.
Read MoreOct 15, 2019 | Adventures | 1
I’m not sure any urban mecca could be at the top of my sailing list, but taking Gémeaux down the East River certainly was a thrill and an absolute spectacular way to enter New York City.
Read MoreOct 1, 2019 | Adventures | 0
Daylight emerges ever so quietly in a heavy bank of fog. After hours of uninterrupted seas during our overnight passage from Cape Cod, lobster pots make their debut. Suddenly, a loud CLUNK! against the hull draws us all to attention.
Read MoreAug 1, 2019 | Adventures | 2
New Year…new resolutions—I’ll write more! I do write a daily entry in our log book but the sailing talk would bore you. You know I love to write and really I want to keep you up-to-date on our adventures. Did you also know I get sea sick?
Read MoreJul 16, 2019 | Adventures | 6
Eight months ago I sat amidst charts and maps learning how to spell Huaritcheru. I still had little experience sailing and zero experience with the geography of the Western Caribbean.
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