We magically turned Monday into a second Sunday last weekend and now Gerty is ready for her fourth and final coat of antifouling paint. After spending many winter weekends flat on his back scraping barnacles off her belly, Michael wants…
Like the teacher that states with conviction on the first day of school, “There is no stupid question.” and really means it, Michael and I delight in answering questions about our sailing life. Granted at this early stage, we are…
Saturday, November 3 We had wonderful reasons to be away from Gerty these past few weeks, but we missed her dearly. And to think we have returned this weekend to bring her to her winter resting place. So I write…
My love for the beach was always hard for Michael to understand. For him, it was too crowded, too sunny, too sedentary, and way too sandy. Many times he asked me, “Why do you like the beach?” My answer was…
Wednesday September 19 - We have done it again! We’ve escaped the work week early and it’s starting to feel a little bit less like we’ve broken all the rules and more like we’ve done something super smart. We meet in…
September 2 Aunt Jill and Uncle Michael enjoy a day of rest. Absolutely beautiful end of summer sail to Port Jefferson Harbor. Sunset, time to read a book, dinner under the stars, the whole shebang! September 3 Labor Day I…
The crew we picked up at Watch Hill dinghy dock: Aunt Liz (back pack filled with kids stuff), Uncle Todd (bigger back pack filled with more of kids stuff), Talia (blue eyes, gold skin, turquoise converse sneakers), Kayla (blue eyes,…
We need food. We have guests coming and I forgot the chicken in the fridge at home. Dinghy, run, provision shop, walk, dinghy, depart. We need water too. Stop for water. We need gas. Wait, no we don’t, we got…
Although we know we will sail Gerty well into the Fall season, this trip is significant in that the calendar says it will be our last summer sailing trip. We wake up excited and set sail immediately in light winds…
I feel like a kid because I’m with my sweet heart and we’re crunched into a tiny train seat with our huge back packs piled up under our feet and over our heads. We’re sweaty, farily dirty, very hot (real…