It’s official—our TikTok channel, if we ever had one (which we won’t), would be called Ice Cream Around the World. The name works for us because, first and foremost, we have so much content. Just this week, we sampled frozen…

Hi, it’s me. Sorry I haven’t called. It’s so unlike us not to talk at least five times a week. I have so much to tell you. First, I’ve missed you. I hope you’re warm and comfortable where you are…

Week 1 We were full of energy and happy to be back. Gerty was not even a little worse for wear, so we immediately got to work preparing her for our passage to New Zealand. She splashed within twenty-four hours…

If I were Queen of France for a day, I would toss aside my cumbersome gown in Paris, don my royal sweats, and summon my favorite companions to a countryside château for a game of pétanque. There, amid the vineyards,…

Gerty is resting in the Raiatea boatyard, waiting patiently for her captains to return.“Soon,” I whispered this morning. The word came out in a fog as my breath touched the cold Maine air. Then it floated upward through the autumn…

We put Gerty to bed at the end of April. We undressed her, sail by sail. We bathed her, scrubbing the hard-to-reach places, and lovingly oiled her engines. We even sewed new hatch covers before tucking her into the boatyard…

With twenty-somethings, you have to wait for it—that moment. I thought it would come the instant they plunged into the warm, turquoise water, officially washing New York City off their skin. But it didn’t. Nor did it happen at the…

Chapter 12: Foiling & Fixing I swore I would never do it. It was too dangerous, and I was too old. But then Carine did it—so, of course, I had to try. I didn’t enjoy being launched out of the…

Chapter 8: 34,000 Steps  To truly experience Mangareva, you have to walk its gravelly, cracked streets. We walked twelve miles. We passed the medical clinic and the man with the missing finger, climbed the hill where the bananas grow, and…

Chapter 4: Day and Night The air is still. I hear water lapping against the hull, roosters crowing, dogs barking, and a flag flapping gently in the breeze. In the distance, Polynesian music drifts through the air—a ukulele twangs, falls…