Smoke from Canadian wildfires had turned the skies over Manhattan yellow and tanked air quality across the Mid-Atlantic earlier in the week. Most of that was gone, although the fires burning in Burlington County were still sending an occasional whiff of campfire into the air over Barnegat Bay as we sailed south.
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Fortuitous has been put away for the season.
Continue Reading "A Brief History of Winterization"
I’ve gotten a little out of the lane on writing these, but according to the photographs stuck in my telephone, we apparently sailed on October 22.
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The sailing weeks are winding down, but we’re still out there.
Continue Reading "Autumn on Forked River"
…at sailing.
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A standard daysail.
The boat is clean, and that’s all I want to say about it.
Between the weekend weather patterns, land-based obligations, and the general malaise of living in the present, sailing has been somewhat sparse. But greater than zero.
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As always, Sailing Fortuitous endeavors to investigate the mysterious, the unexplained, the peculiar, the indecipherable, the paranormal, the quasi-normal, the inscrutable, the anomalous, the inexplicable, the mystifying, the stupefying, the supernatural, the semi-natural, the eccentric, the outlandish, the atypical, the weird, the wild, the wondrous, the wysiwyg, the what now?, and the whimsical world of sailing.
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It’s that time of year: finishing up the lingering maintenance items and checking out ghost wrecks.
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