For the first time in a long time, I am sitting still long enough to write a blog post.  I have peeled off three of the six layers I put on this morning in preparation for what I thought would…

September 1 Mmmm, the smokey smell of sawdust is radiating from the port-side lazarette.  My nose is thrilled with the savory blend of campfire, old cedar closet, and marshland.  Never mind the blaring sound of the jigsaw that is profoundly…

Someday I may want to know what it was like making the transition from one way of life to another.  Today is Friday, my day off, so I have a moment to write this shit down. Firstly, when I am…

I learned to use the water maker, which seems very appropriate since I love having our tank full of fresh water.  Apparently, I still have to conserve because it takes power to make water and our 600 watts of solar…

Block Island Harbor is full and fun. Giant American flags are hoisted on the masts of several boats reminding us that the calendar still exists. I think, “What is the most relaxing thing we can do this morning?” “You’re not…

We could see thunderheads in the distance to the southeast mid-sail between Marth’s Vineyard and Block Island. It felt a little silly to be taking precautions given that the sky was sunny and blue above our mast. We put up…

Paddle boarding on glassy water gives me vacation brain, but I will persevere in the mission to write this blog for friends and family who choose to read this stuff. Today we are in Tashmoo Lake, Martha’s Vineyard. We like…

After a morning "Turkey Trot" run on Martha's Vineyard... ...like a truly salty captain, Michael decides to take us where the wind wants to and this awesome decision leads us to the perfect sail from Tashmoo to Chatham with 14-18…

June 23 - 3 am wake up is not as bad as you would think when it is a beautiful day to sail. 10-15 knots W in smooth seas. Cue sunrise. Sailed wing on wing to Tashmoo Lake, Martha’s Vineyard…

We are excited! We took off two full weeks of work for our summer ‘cruise.’  The plan is to reach Nantucket and visit wherever the wind blows us more or less between Mamaroneck, New York and Nantucket, Massachusetts.  I had…