This morning is a Bahama best. A full moon hangs high in the northwest sky while a blazing sun wakes low in the east. The air is pinkurple. I hear nothing but Gerty's clean hulls slipping through the rippling water…

Ships Log: 11/12/2023 14:45 Jekyll Island, Georgia to St. Augustine, Florida. N 30 11’ W 81 18’ TWS 17.8 AWS 8.0 AWA 175  SOG 8.0. Downwind sailing with jibes. 50 years of friendship + 2 husbands + 4 kids =…

Ships Log 11/03/202 13:30 N 33 09' W77 54' Hampton, Virginia to St. Simon's, Georgia. Jibed to port tack. Still wing-on-wing to avoid Cape Fear. There is no doubt that since we met thirty-four years ago at PENN, Jenny and…

Pink and blue are so passé. Cooking vs engine overhauling, sewing vs unclogging the head—it's all purple to us. Who am I kidding? Nobody who knows us, that's for sure. We fall into traditional roles more often than I'd like…

The problem The Captain doesn’t trust Gerty’s electronic systems. The wiring is funky, the wind displays are fogged, the autopilot is temperamental, and the mast rotation sensor is dead and buried in a foredeck, seasalt grave. Gerty’s nearly new chart…

The tools burst through the starting gate this morning, and the competition looks fierce. 100' Fiberglass Fish Tape and Phillips Head Screwdriver lead the pack, followed by Rechargeable Headlamp in third place. Sekaflex, Extra Large Zip Tie, and Shop Vacuum…

Ships log September 27: Depart Liberty Island for Annapolis.  A tight weather window has arrived, and the wind is blowing 15-20K from the Northeast. Although the predicted Atlantic sea state is rough, with 6 to 8-foot waves, sailboats are for…

There was a hurricane outside, and now there’s a hurricane inside. After threatening us from Narraganset Bay to the Long Island Sound, Lee has finally let us be, but the whirlwinds of boat work are still dizzying us. Michael has…

Dear Newport, You gave us your best, and we gave you our toilet again. My sincerest apologies.  I remember your glorious dumpster, mere feet from the dinghy dock and adjacent to the maritime center where we did our laundry—so convenient. But…

Ships log, August 23, 23:02, N 42 30.137’ W 069 26.554’ AWS 8.6, AWA 152, SOG 7.19 with Spinnaker and Main. We haven’t sailed overnight in months. I had pre-departure jitters, but last night, there was a dome of stars…

Maine in June was wet this year. It rained for thirty days and thirty nights (No kidding.) When John & Stacey showed up at the dinghy dock on July 5th, the sun came out, and for the next five days,…

My view is quintessential New England. A rocky shoreline sprinkled with earth-toned cape houses frames a foggy horizon, and a handful of coy lobster pots bob in the distance, misrepresenting the magnitude of what's to come. We know it will…