There is lots of low level cursing coming from the port aft cabin, or ‘workroom’ as we call it. Grunting whispers of, “sonuvabitch, O’comm’n and aaww shit.” Yup, the pleasantries of another boat project is what I am hearing. This…
It’s raining cats and dogs! It’s fun. Early this morning Michael went out in his bathing suit to take our window shades off so we could watch the rain. The rains stopped, I quickly checked the radar and we decided…
According the the Ships Log we have sailed in and out of Mamaroneck Harbor 32 times. It wasn’t until this mornings’ pre-workday paddle that we noticed a small inlet to the North. Like Alice falling down the hole, we dropped…
Light winds, Happy Sail up! Just a jaunt to Rye Harbor for some silliness with John and Stacey. Double paddle into the marshlands. Luckily for us wobbly paddlers water was warm and nice for a swim. Great guests bring pie…
My sister is one of those people that wakes up happy. So it makes sense that a weather forecast of scattered T-storms Friday, and heavy rain Friday night into Saturday did not deter her. Bonnie (dressed ‘saily’ in all the…
Pay attention cause as promised this is "The Best Blog Entry Ever". The crew: Leslie (hot pink bikini top, matching shorts, matching hot pink lipstick, grocery bag of yummy stuff), Jack (teenage garb, phone, sunglasses), Charlie (tweenage garb, phone, sunglasses),…
Plan to sail - Niantic to Sheffield Islands. Twenty-five knots from the East. This means big fetch. While Michael happily futzed with polled out jib, sheeted the happy sail through the end of boom and put two reefs in mainsail,…
We are thrilled to acknowledge Ethan as our youngest sailor yet! Ethan, who is five or six (we can’t remember) was kind enough to have a mooring set up for us in Niantic. We felt like royalty when the launch…
June 29-30 Mamaroneck, NY to Jamestown, RI Joshua and I loaded Dirty with a week's provisions and readied Gerty for our 6:00pm departure. The sun has set and now i’m on my first night watch. Ever. I figured I better write…
If I am walking down the street and I see someone wearing the same shirt that I’m wearing, I don’t think, “We have the same taste in shirts, therefore we could be friends.” Perhaps if I order the same chicken…