S/V Mabel Rose

The ocean looked vaguely familiar in the golden yellow sunset afterglow or maybe our circumnavigation crossing point looks like much of the ocean. The cockpit smelled of gunpowder from the poppers and long crepe streamer dangles over the side. The failure of...

Last night I turned the chartplotter off during my overnight watch to save power, after checking the AIS displays to confirm there was no likely traffic. I wanted to have enough of the batteries left for Robin to run the cockpit chartplotter. When I went to...

Halfway Awake Cake for the Circumnavigators

“There's a ship called Yacht Transport that will come up behind us in about an hour and a half,” I told Robin as she took the helm at 0400. “Must be a flo-flo.” After all, if roll-on...

The fear in Karl's voice when in the dark he yelled, “Are you trying to Kill us?” made it clear that I had made a huge mistake. I had not intended to luff up the dozen yachts coming at us from behind with their lights close enough to reflect off the...

Another wet day at sea. When I awoke at 0930, Robin was steering nervously in the rain, as lightning flashed and thunder growled around us. We have become unaccustomed to thunderstorms at sea - so routine for summer sailing in the northeast, but so uncommon...

Karl's notes from his overnight watch read something "roll up genoa... roll out Genoa... roll up..." The atmosphere was full of squalls, grumbling and throwing light into the sky. Karl reminds me that this sail combination , 2 reefs in the main with...