After an entire season (is it even still a season?) of getting to the shore late, I finally got up at a reasonable time, made good speed toward the shore, and…was still completely rushed. About a week out from the winter solstice, the days are suspiciously short.Continue Reading "A Stitch in Time"
It is far too early in the off-season for me to be exhibiting signs of land madness, but there’s no telling when you’ll be called upon to execute a Night Tape mission.Continue Reading "Night Tape"
Like the hashbrowns at Waffle House, I feel scattered and covered. I suppose the boat is really the one that feels covered and I’m just scattered, but whatever.Continue Reading "Scattered and Covered"
Fortuitous is officially on the hard for the season. She’s been pulled from the water and has been propped on stands in the marina. Jenn and I went down to start the winterization process.Continue Reading "On the Hard"
I celebrated the autumnal equinox with some maintenance.Continue Reading "Equinox Maintenance"
Even with the late start to the sailing season, I got my spring maintenance tasks in while it was still technically spring. Very late spring.
My avid reader(s) may recall that I also have a boat.
Fortuitous definitely still exists. I took a year off of writing boat logs in 2018 and then a year off of sailing in 2019, but like a turd of uncanny buoyancy, surprise: I’m back.Continue Reading "Kind of Blue"
Part of me wants to only recognize two seasons: winter and sailing. Leave the rest to the landlubbers and poets.Continue Reading "2017: The Season in Review"
The sails were prepped. The mooring lines had been cast off. People on land, still toiling at their bottom painting and de-winterizing tasks, were waving bon voyage to us as we motored out of the marina.Continue Reading "And Yet So Far"
Dans ses écrits, un sage Italien
Dit que le mieux est l’ennemi du bien.
– Voltaire, “La Bégueule”Continue Reading "The Enemy of Good"