Life aboard a sailboat…. and other misadventures.


The Stowaway and the Lock

We are anchored off Manjack Cay when he says, “I have a project for you.”Please free me!

He hands me the heavy brass lock and explains the situation.  It is a wordlock, meaning that the combination is derived from 4 letters rather than numbers.  However, with this particular lock, someone has reset the combination before they returned it to the store at which he bought it.

He says, “You’re good at puzzles, you can figure this out.”

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True at First Light

At sea, in between the periods of high-adrenaline adventure, clinging-to-the-bow-trying-to-pull-down-sails moments, were some of the most amazing and beautiful experiences of my life.

“In Africa, a thing is true at first light and a lie by noon and you have no more respect for it than for the lovely, perfect weed-fringed lake you see across the sun baked salt plain.  You have walked across that plain in the morning and you know now that no such lake is there, but now it is there absolutely true, beautiful, and believable.” ~Ernest Hemingway, True at First Light Read the rest of this page »

And the adventure began…

The morning arrived.

We cast off of the dock and head out of the harbor, and I realize it is the last time he will ever see my boat, this harbor and town where I live.

I am, as always, pre-emptively nostalgic.

He grins at me and says “This is really happening!”

I put on my sunglasses to hide my eyes, bite my lip, and just… let the adventure begin.

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Filling the Tanks

As I sit up on deck at 6:30 in the evening, the breeze out of the south and the sun on my back is still warm in this fall weather.  I am partaking in a biweekly ritual…

Filling the tanks.

It has been two weeks, and I have gone through 42 gallons, and the increasing hum of my water pressure pump tells me its time…

So I sit, perched on the starboard side, water hose stabilized between my toes over the deck fill.

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This time, I conquer…

Friday evening.

Look at the forecast, which I, as any liveaboard/sailor does, follow with an almost nerd-like obsession on a day-to-day basis.

Sunny, and still forecasting 10-15 mph winds out of the north all day on Saturday.

When your river runs west to east, that is pretty close to perfect for a beam reach.

Friends down the river want to know, if I’ll show up to their party and play the drums in their jam session at the marina there.

Perfect opportunity for a sail.

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The Abominable Text Message

“Words, words, words…”    ~Shakespeare’s Hamlet

Indeed, they are the obvious main components of text messages.  I would argue that they are the only components of text messages.

I am not a tech-savvy person.  A friend finally gave me my first cell phone in 2002, the 1990s version that could also double as a weapon due to weight and size.  At some point I upgraded to your standard flip phones, from which I had never sent a text message until sometime in 2011.

Uh, yeah… that’s uh… that’s last year.

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Now and Then…


That adventure which was fine by myself

I don’t really want without you


Those daily routines which did not include you

Are interwoven with your voice and presence

And now I cannot imagine them without you


When I try to think about there being other fish in the sea

I realize you are the only fish I want

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