Jupiter was a two week exploration in patience, a concept I (James) am not very good at. Never have been. I get it. I’ve been telling everyone I know that[…]
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Jupiter was a two week exploration in patience, a concept I (James) am not very good at. Never have been. I get it. I’ve been telling everyone I know that[…]
Read moreWe passed statute mile 1000 this morning just after my (James’s) second watch…just after my first visible-light watch, about two hours after we kedged off the bottom in the southern[…]
Read moreNew Smyrna was about as adventurous as its name. The (walk to) laundromat was extraordinarily bad, the food was…ew! The accommodations were what’ev’s, and the anchorage was a complete disaster![…]
Read moreAnother night where it never got dark! Hold on there, brushfire, we got some story tell’n to do! So we rolled on down the Atlantic Intracoastal Waterway meaning, we trudged[…]
Read moreRemember the cracked rib thing a couple of blogs back? Well as it turned out, a four day offshore adventure a couple of weeks after doing that is taxing…to say[…]
Read moreBeaufort was a terribly tight anchorage, which is what we’d heard and why we’d chosen the dubious charms of Morehead City each and every other time we’ve come through the[…]
Read moreThe Atlantic Intracoastal Waterway is a bizarre lesson in the surreal. …The (all too) real… …And the, “I’m totally done with this shit!” If you’ve been with us you know[…]
Read moreI (James) was sailing at night on a black sea of choppy gremlins sneaking across my bow illuminated by the insane but receding Atlantic City. From the time I popped[…]
Read moreWe went to Port Washington on glass water in a thick forbidding fog that engulfed our little world all the way to Manhasset Bay. That’s where the gloom released it’s[…]
Read moreStonington, Connecticut, has a really shitty anchorage! Like in most of New England, all the good anchor spots are littered with moorings, most being empty this time of year. But[…]
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