Charter Cat City
A friend of ours who has cruised the Caribbean extensively described the British Virgin Islands as "the place you go to charter a catamaran, drive up to a mooring, and get very drunk at a beach bar." I can't say she was wrong about this.
Today...
Today...
Embrace of a Cave
The surge lifted me first as I steadied the kayak with some gentle strokes. As the oceans energy reached Karl it pushed him forward into the hole in the cliff and he disappeared.
I awoke early planning to paddle across the RoadTown Harbor to...
I awoke early planning to paddle across the RoadTown Harbor to...
Beautiful BVI
This will be a short post because overnight passages really exhaust me and. I did not manage to sleep much this morning or nap this afternoon.
The fresh east and northeasterly drove us smartly into the British Virgin Islands, beautiful cones and...
The fresh east and northeasterly drove us smartly into the British Virgin Islands, beautiful cones and...
Babies on the Way and Boats for Sale
Passage from Barbuda to RoadTown added 160 to the growing mikes for this trip. We can now count the legs to get home on one hand, we are excited about seeing family and friend but also terrified of the changes. As our friend Lisa reflected “it is...
Out of Barbuda, Past St Bart, and Into the Anegada
The beeping anchor alarm woke us both around midnight last night. The wind had shifted to the north and increased to force five or so. We had set our anchor by backing the mainsail by hand, so it was not very well set in the light winds. But we had plenty of...
Alarms, Rolls on Movie Night
Londa, our dear friend, welder, potter and global sailor was the last person we took for an evening sail on the Hudson before departing. After the sail, as she left to catch the ferry and train back to Manhattan she handed us a bag with a homemade instant...
