Harness Creek was kind and gentle on everything but the dinghy. When we felt the bottom of the dink, it was furry and tenacious like a lime-green shag carpet, cir.[…]
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Category: Life Under Sail
Rebuilding the Solar System
When in the course of human events it becomes necessary to destroy a system that no longer works, not just efficiently but at all, the only obvious progression is an[…]
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Sailing the Seas of Eastport
For the past few months (since before we got back in February) we’ve been piling projects up on our “when we get to Eastport and haul the boat” list. We[…]
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Charm City Lament
Baltimore, you smell funny. That lightly diluted chemical that fills your Inner Harbor is not water and it hasn’t been for a very long time. It sinks my floating dinghy[…]
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Fade into Bay
Chesapeake City rained a little, gusted a bit and all the boats in the anchorage drug-down on their anchors… all but one, of course…us! One plastic-destroyer skipper actually motored up[…]
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Somnium
In the dream, the feelings, sensations and levels of stimulus on a sailing adventure that starts at 4 am in Long Island and ends one day and seventeen hours later[…]
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On Main Alone
Days of gales at anchor, a wild ride in a monster truck (up and down the Eastern Seaboard to get our bikes to Annapolis)… …and some clever social-distancing from some[…]
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Jump
When the weather says ‘Jump’! We woke up, looked at the weather, weighed anchor and were underway, just like that, after three weeks of feeding the fire and foraging in[…]
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The gales of an isolated spring
The thought of riding out another southerly gale in the middle of Knock Down Alley between Dutch Island and Jamestown felt like a long growling sigh, grrr-argh! But Sunday was[…]
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Trusting Ourselves
I (Dena) woke at four in the morning and spent an hour and a half pondering dread. It’s not an emotion I spend a lot of time with, but I’ve[…]
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