Having the one you love row your boat is romantic. It doesn’t matter if you’re in Central Park or Vanuatu. He trusts you to guide him through the quiet water. He pulls away; you instinctively lean in. Then, he comes…

S 18°44.422 E 168°57.672 SOG 5.1 AWA 120 TWS 8.9 AWS 4.8 We’re sailing downwind, and it’s peaceful—so long as I avoid looking at the chart plotter. We’re well off course, destined to jibe our way from Erromango to Efate…

(Fiji to Vanuatu S 19° 00.184 E 172° 16.178) A sneeze is an event. That’s how I know we’re sailing in fair winds and following seas. On smooth passages, like this one, life slows down, making every detail count.  Trimming…

For better, not worse; for richer and poorer; loved and cherished — we’re back. In just three days, we set sail for Vanuatu, but first, let me unpack those vows. Better, not worse, because my knee is healing. Slow and…

Wing foiling is fun. That’s right—capturing the wind with a hand-held sail while balancing on a gyroscoping board that teeters atop the water on a carbon-fiber mast and foil IS fun.  Tearing my MCL while doing it? Less fun. I…

Dear People of Vulaga, Thank you.  In over forty thousand nautical miles of sailing, there are very few places we have departed with truly heavy hearts. Vulaga tops that short list. Perhaps our chest pangs are born from uncertainty; as…

There are no friends like old friends— They are the guardians of "no time has passed." Likewise, there are no friends like new friends— They are the grantors of "no time like the present." New friends are a promise of…

I dare say it’s been too long since I’ve written a blog post, but there’s no time like the present. I woke up early, dried up last night's rain, and put up a pot of coffee. The wind is up…

“Can you anchor in the middle of the ocean?” is the question land-dwelling friends and family ask us most often. For six years, our answer has been a definitive “No.” But after visiting Minerva Reef, a tiny pit stop on…

Seven weeks have flown by since we visited Jacqui and Phil at their bach, and I’m wondering: where did the time go? I could swear we were riding a tractor along the beach in Rangiputa yesterday. Perhaps it feels that…

My mother-in-law, Elaine, and my Aunt Rita—a.k.a. “the ladies”—arrived from the States in tip-top shape, albeit minus one suitcase. Their missing luggage launched us into Queenstown with an immediate mission: gear up with raincoats, socks, and other essentials at our…

Tramper noun 1. a person who tramps 2.  New Zealand, a person who walks long distances, often over rough terrain, for recreation If you day-hike for ten days in a row, does that make you an official New Zealand tramper?…