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"
I don’t recall a year as widely reviled as 2016.
Continue Reading "Happy New Year"
I guess it’s that time of year when I’m supposed to be reflecting on things, but I haven’t really yet come to terms with the season being over.
Continue Reading "Dipsticks, Grumps, etc."
Hurricane Hermine.
Continue Reading "Labor Day 2016"
Between land-based obligations and persistent monsoon conditions, it’s been a rough season.
Continue Reading "The Tale of the Tape"
When we first started boating, we made the decision—partially based on high-minded philosophy and substantially based on a lack of budget—to make do without much in the way of instrumentation.
Continue Reading "Instrumentation"
They will tell you that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but no one warns you that windows on boats are the portholes to madness.
Continue Reading "Portlights, Part the Fourth"