Six weeks in the Grenadines have passed in a hot minute.  Looking back, it has to be the kiting that made the time go by so fast.  We have been courted by those oversized colorful sails in the sky.  They…

Sailing away from Union Island towards Tobago Cays in twenty plus knots of ENE wind, I am shocked that we were kiting this morning in this monstrous breeze.  Gerty is heeled over and bouncing around on the waves, so how…

The moon was just shy of full and that burnt island smell was in the air when the siren interrupted the sound of lapping water against Gerty’s hull.  It’s not often we hear a police boat anywhere, let alone in…

This lifestyle is going to take some getting used to.  You would think the major adjustment for us would have been the no house, no car, no 9 to 5 job thing.  However, it’s not that.  It was, and remains…

Racers, start your engines. No, no that’s not right. Racers line up your sailboat, which doubles as your house, with the little orange buoy floating in the water, at exactly 11:07AM. That’s your start time. Whatever you do, don’t start…

We saw it.  The famed green flash.  On a very clear evening, just before the sun sinks below the horizon, it really does happen in the Caribbean.  For us, it wasn’t too exciting because the hee hawing donkeys in Barbuda…

We saw an octopus!  He darted this way and that way.  He swam under a coral head.  Then a big greenish blob bulged out from under, followed by tentacles!  Eight legs suctioned along the reef, until woosh, it swam into…

If I could give the world a present it would be to have everyone test negative for COVID 19, quarantine for fourteen days on a sailboat, and then congregate in a place where life is lived in open air.  This…

On Friday November 6, 2020 I wrote this, “Finally, it happened.  Just like they said it would.  Today I found my sea legs!  It’s day four of our passage from Put-In Creak, Virginia to English Harbor, Antigua.  It feels as…

We are leaving the country on Election Day and I’ve never felt more American.  This is because no matter where we are in the world, and no matter who wins the presidency, we are “The Americans.”  I’m not kidding.  That’s…

Did you know a lady blue crab has red painted fingernails?  Neither did we, but it’s true, and there are as many Back Creeks in Chesapeake Bay, Maryland as there are Seal Coves in Penobscot Bay, Maine. But only in…

We’re in The South.  Although they call it the Northern Chesapeake, anywhere with the three C’s- crab pots, cranes and country music is The South to me.  It’s a refreshingly pretty place for us to prepare for our trip to…