Some have you have asked “what’s up”, “where you at”, etc so I better put something out here. When last I blogged I had a tumultuous solo run from Panama City to Boca Grande, from there I went to Naples to visit my Aunt and Cousin. I left the boat docked in Naples while I… Continue reading Dry Tortuga’s and Back Again
Finally, I get to sail! Glossary: “Sail Plan”: Predetermined wind speeds at which sail is reduced to prevent overpowering. My boat: 17, 23 & ??? “Reef”: Method of reducing sail by lowering the mainsail a certain amount and tying it off & furling the jib some too. “Heave to”: Back-winding the jib (putting it on the wrong… Continue reading Lesson Learned
“A stranger is just a friend I haven’t met yet.”. … Will Rogers Many of us have ‘Boat card’ with blog sites listed so that our friends, new & old, can follow our journeys, when they do I post the hyperlinks here. For a different perspective just follow the links. I’ve made a lot of new friend on this trip.… Continue reading When other friendships have been forgot, ours will still be hot.
Sven and Ollie were both laid off from the Garment factory where they worked side by side. Sven got $100/week unemployment as a ‘panty inspector’ while Ollie got $350/week when he told them he worked as a “Dese’ll fit ‘er”. I motored into Panama City and docked at the ‘St Andrews Yacht Club’ in desperate need… Continue reading “Diesel Fitter”
I awoke before sunup as I usually do. Breakfast, dishes and prep for a long ride south. Everything safely stowed below and secure above. Warm up the motor hike up my pants and with a deep gulp I raised the anchor and slid into the channel, and headed past Redfish Point and the entrance to… Continue reading False Start.
In the past 5 weeks I have seen: Cities give way to plains, give way to hills, give way to lakes, give way to rivers, give way to oceans. Ivy, give way to grass, give way to kudzu, give way to Spanish Moss. Boats from Minnesota, Idaho and New York, give way to ships from… Continue reading Mine eyes
Silence is shattered by the crickets. Fish fly from the water and hit the surface in their uncontrollable desire to break free of the watery existence. Waves lap at the shore. Inexorably. The winds move the leaves as noisily as uncountable pins dropping on linoleum, each leafs wave moving the stems on which the sprout.… Continue reading and the beat goes on