My view is quintessential New England. A rocky shoreline sprinkled with earth-toned cape houses frames a foggy horizon, and a handful of coy lobster pots bob in the distance, misrepresenting the magnitude of what's to come. We know it will…

One of the things I like most about the sailing life is that silly American holidays no longer dictate what we should celebrate when. Sorry folks, but I don't give a rat's ass about New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day, or…