October 22Categories Sailing Log
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.Continue Reading "October 22"
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.Continue Reading "October 22" →
The sailing weeks are winding down, but we’re still out there.Continue Reading "Autumn on Forked River" →
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.Continue Reading "Bear Cove" →
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.Continue Reading "The Mystery Continues" →
It’s that time of year: finishing up the lingering maintenance items and checking out ghost wrecks.Continue Reading "Ghost Wreck" →
We awoke on Sunday morning in a void.Continue Reading "The Void" →
I feel like I’ve been out of phase.Continue Reading "Phase" →
Time has no meaning. It’s impossible to tell how much of this is just that I’m getting older and every subsequent year is a diminishing percentage of my total time on-planet, and how much is the fact that the world is still bizarre, but it’s apparently Labor Day. The unofficial end of summer. I was…Continue Reading “Meditation” →