We woke up early to sail from Faial to São Jorge because we had no idea what it would take to get that hook off the bottom. It was a[…]
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We woke up early to sail from Faial to São Jorge because we had no idea what it would take to get that hook off the bottom. It was a[…]
Read moreWrapping up into usable sound bites and elevator pitches an adventure such as our trans-Atlantic passage needs another kind of author altogether, maybe an author who thinks they don’t write[…]
Read more999.9 nautical miles in 13 days, 3 hours and 30 minutes and just like that, we’re in Bermuda. The End! Kidding! We did it. We sailed to Bermuda from Fk.[…]
Read moreYou know, three weeks ago when we finished the propulsion project we were so ahead of the storms that it was totally comical. The wind rose from the southeast every[…]
Read more…and then we went sailing! Marathon was such a fucking drag in the end that we couldn’t help but laugh on our way out of there. We’d been in that[…]
Read moreSo here’s a story… A couple of people go to sea for a couple of decades and discover a world dominated by the infernal combustion of one single industry. From[…]
Read moreOn May 22, 2022, we (Dena and I, James) went sailing. We left the City of Sin, Mass, and pointed the boat at Gloucester with our eyes on the Azores.[…]
Read more…the slowest, the best and absolute finest spaceship on Earth has just added way-too-much power for our immediate needs. …A funny thing about needs and humans. Humans need so fucking[…]
Read moreWe posted local ads on dregslist and facefuck for our diesel engine and left Key West on a sheet of glass covered in salad. Not a breath, a sigh, nor[…]
Read moreTo a job well done! We both woke with a strong dedication to finish the job-at-hand: the rebuild of S/V S.N. Tursiops. We were so close to splashing that sucker.[…]
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