I am not a True Believer, but if ever a ranking of miracles was compiled, Apsara's escape from Port Townsend would rank among the most unbelievable. Two years of planning and anxiety culminated in 9 months on the hard, our dearly beloved encrusted in filth as a shiny red Beta
Yesterday I was up at 0530. Although not normally an early riser, I often sleep poorly the night before heading offshore. Endless details tumble through my brain, anxiety setting in. At 0600 we motored out Seward's breakwater at a minus tide, mussels and sea stars bidding us adieu. Sleep was
Thanks to the genius of Starlink, for better or worse the internet will now be following us wherever we may roam. Despite some downsides, one benefit is that sailing social media has made connecting with family and followers easier than ever. Noforeignland.com makes an excellent website and app that allows
Every winter, I fall asleep thinking of boat work needing to be done and dreaming of summer fun in the sun. After what feels like forever, the summer is somehow here before I know it. Putting off bigger chores, the girls and I spent a week afloat in Prince William
Today has been just one of those days. The unforgettable kind. I was up around 745 after blissful quiet sleep at anchor after 86 hours offshore. Coffee brewing, I sat in the cockpit and watched through binoculars as a brown bear surveyed the salmon stream at the head of Macleod