Mile High Dream

30 March 2020 | Rodney Bay Marina, St. Lucia
22 March 2020 | Rodney Bay Marina, St. Lucia
10 February 2020 | Rodney Bay, St. Lucia
27 January 2020 | Tobago Cays, St. Vincent and the Grenadnes
18 December 2019 | prickly bay
09 December 2019 | Halifax bay
16 November 2019 | Prickley Bay, Grenada
20 April 2019 | Antigua
13 April 2019 | Jolly Harbor, Antigua
01 March 2019 | St. Martin
17 February 2019 | Guadeloupe
06 February 2019 | guadeloupe
05 February 2019 | guadeloupe
27 January 2019 | guadeloupe
16 January 2019 | les Anses D'Arlet
10 January 2019 | St. Anne, Martinique
20 December 2018 | Rodney Bay, St. lucia
08 December 2018 | Rodney Bay, St. Lucia
27 November 2018 | Prickley Bay, Grenada
20 November 2018 | Miami Airport

what do you do to a marooned sailor

30 March 2020 | Rodney Bay Marina, St. Lucia
Greg Seebart
Todays post goes to the tune or song Drunken Sailor. What do you do with a drunken sailor..... Hopefully you know it, if not you can just wing. This gives you a little insight of my day.

What do you do to a sequestered sailor?
What do you do to a secluded sailor?"
What do you do with a marooned sailor?
Sitting in St. Lucia

Make sure he is six feet away from you,
Make sure he is six feet away from you,
Make sure he is six foot away form you
All day long.

Way Hey Corona Virus
Way Hey Corona virus
Way Hey Corona virus
I wish you'd go a way.

Make sure he has some rum
Make sure he has some rum
Make sure he has some rum
To add to his fruit punch. (Vitamin C is Good for you)

Way Hey Corona Virus
Way Hey Corona virus
Way Hey Corona virus
I wish you'd go a way

Make sure he has some wifi (X3)
So he knows current rules

Keep the local parts store open (X3)
So he can work on boat projects

Put him in the dingy(x3)
So he can go to the beach(six foot rules still apply, actually irrelevant since the beach is empty)

Give him books and videos(x3)
To while away the hours.

Make sure you have your earplugs(x3)
Because he learning the Ukulele.

Thats what you do to a secluded sailor(x3)
All Day long

Way Hey Corona Virus
Way Hey Corona virus
Way Hey Corona virus
I wish you'd go a way


22 March 2020 | Rodney Bay Marina, St. Lucia
Greg Seebart
My readers keep asking why I’m not writing in the blog more. Some of it for me is I have been doing this for a while and I am always wanting to find something new to write about and a lot of it is the same. Boat repairs, finishing boat repairs and finally getting to sail. The wind in my hair, beautiful sand beaches, crystal clear waters and the list goes on and on.

With the boat getting older there are definitely more repairs needed, just like our own bodies as we age. I often loose sight of why I choose this lifestyle. Then I have people join me and we are laughing and sharing new experiences together and it all comes back to me. It also helps when to go back to Summit county and it is cold, cold, and more cold with that funny white stuff falling from the sky. I did have some great skiing.
“Let’s go try the new lift. “

“Yea Right, its all double black diamonds except for the bailout road trail which is still blue. Tis is only my third day skiing.”

Yes of course I did it. You would think one get’s wiser as we get older, but nooo. Crossed my tails and down I went sliding down the hill. No yard sale as I didn’t loose any skis or poles. The slide was actually kind of fun.

“That doesn’t count as a run since you slid have way down it.” my friend says.

“I actually thought it was pretty fun sliding down. I had considered not even trying to stop and just go all the way to the bottom.”

Arriving back to St. Lucia where I left Mile High Dream I get busy getting ready for my next crew, two couples, one I know and one that are their good friends. I’m slowly getting things prepared and I receive a text.” We’re here. “
“Huh” I ask myself. I go through my calendar and check that I have them arriving tomorrow and not today. Shortly after a get a note.

“OOPS, we just realized that we told you we would be coming in tomorrow instead of today. Will it work or should we get a motel for the night?”

“It will all work, you just have to live with the mess that I am in the middle of. See you soon.”
So much for kicking back. I jump into turbo mode and at least get the clean sheets on the bed.

The weather is good so we sail over to Martinique to spend 10 days there. Everything is working out great and we have a wonderful time together. Great food, laughter and fun. We see 3 humpback whales, two very close, turtles and plenty of fish. Then the Corona Virus starts hitting home.

Martinique is being hit pretty hard and as we sailed by the main harbor there was a cruise ship anchored in the middle of the bay.

“That’s a strange place for the ship to be anchored. They are usually at the dock.”

We check the local news and sure enough it was not being allowed into the country due to some cases of the virus on board.

We keep watching the news and the cases double in one day. The custom offices are now working on shortened hours.

“MMM, It may be time to head back to St. Lucia.”

We get up the next morning to go to the local custom’s office. It is a computer located in someones business and they are closed. We call the local customs authority and they tell us that only two office are open and they close at 1:00. It is faster to sail there than go by car so we rush back to the boat and head to La Marin. We do not arrive in time so we have to wait until the next morning.

I call St. Lucia and they assure me that everything is ok and our arrival the next day will be totally fine. The next morning finds us at the custom office at 7:45 for an 8:00 opening and we are the 7th in line. True to Island time the office doesn’t open until 8:25, we get checked out of the country and head towards St. Lucia.

Knowing that the customs office is open until 4:30 in St. Lucia, we take our time, turn the motor off and just sail. It is delightful and peaceful. This is what it’s all about. 3 miles away from St. Lucia and I get an Email. “We are sorry to inform you that the marina is now closed, all ports of entry are now closed and you may not enter St. Lucia.”

“What the F….”

I call the marina while one of my crew calls the US embassy.

“Yes ,we were just notified,” the Marina office tells me.” If you haven’t cleared customs you cannot come into the marina. and customs told us they are not allowing people in.”

We turn around headed back to Martinique.

“US Embassy how can we help you?” they ask. We explain our situation. “Martinique is closing their boarders at midnight tonight. The only problem is that all customs offices will be closed so you will not be able to clear customs. Since most of you have airline tickets for your flight out of St. Lucia I recommend you continue to go to St. Lucia. I’ll call the customs office there and explain the situation.”

We all look at each other and brainstorm our options. We were all amazingly calm during this entire ordeal and we decide to head back to St. Lucia. Once we arrive ,we drop anchor and all of us head to the health office before heading to customs. We are not the only boat in this situation and the St. Lucia government is making an exception and allowing us to enter.

Wow, what a relief. Its time for a celebratory drink after we get back to the boat and dock at the marina. The relief is apparent in all of our faces, realizing we just dodged the bullet of having to just float around for who knows how long.

Both couples make it back safely to the states and I am safely docked at the marina. The grocery stores still have plenty of food and restaurants are open until tomorrow when only take out is allowed. Now I just sit and wait and see what happens around the world. I still can get to the beach and walk around, enjoy the warmth and feel I am relatively safe with only two cases being reported in this country. At least for now.

Oh No, Toilet Paper Crises has reached St. Lucia. Well sort of, as the bathroom was out of it. No cleaning on Sunday to refill. I guess I’ll just have to carry my own around.

Life is one big adventure. I try to make the best of it and live every single day the best I can. Some days are better than others.

St. Lucia

10 February 2020 | Rodney Bay, St. Lucia
Greg Seebart
The stark black frying pan shaped fish with bright yellow iridescent strips swims below me. It sees me and heads for a rock at the bottom to hide under. The fan coral explodes from the seafloor. Easily three feet high with a deeply colored purple base rising upward to show off the day glow green edge reaching for the sun.

Its another day of snorkeling in natures underwater paradise.

We arrived in Bequia just time to enjoy some music with the annual Bequa music festival going on. I found someone who guaranteed he could fix my fridge and get it back to working status. The only downside is he didn’t say how long it would take him and what his level of working it would be. After five days of trying this part and then that part he finally found a combination that kinda of worked. It will get down to 50 degree but no lower. Welcome to paradise.

One part of the cruising lifestyle that makes it so special is running into other cruisers that I have sailed with before. In Bequia I was able to connect with a couple and we decided to do some buddy boating together. Hiking, snorkeling, listening to music, enjoying food and each others company make for a wonderful time.

We sail north from Bequia to Cumberland bay in St. Vincent. St. Vincent is one of the most rugged countries in the Caribbean. Tall volcanic mountains rise straight out of the sea forming sharp knife edge peaks. Very dramatic and makes for very slow taxi rides going up and down and round and round. The potential for motion sickness is greater on the car ride than actually sailing in big seas.

A beautiful day sail lands us in Soufrie St. Lucia where the wonderful snorkeling was. A short sail up to Rodney bay and time for change of crew. Beth who sailed with me for 3 weeks is headed back to California and three good friends from Colorado will join me for two weeks. Watch out, the boys are back in town.

Tobago Cays

27 January 2020 | Tobago Cays, St. Vincent and the Grenadnes
Greg Seebart | sunny
Groups of hundreds of tiny one inch long fish jump out of the water in unison with the early morning sun reflecting off their silver bodies. They look like thousands of pieces of sparkling crystals being thrown into the air to catch the light magic. The multiple groups jump across the bay. Why do they do this? I haven’t a clue. I think it might be purely for my enjoyment.

Of course the waiting seabirds view it as their fast food breakfast stop. Their white bodies float overhead with out stretched wings. The inborn radar letting them time the descent down over the water just as the fish jump out of water. All they have to do is open their beaks and let the those sparkling diamonds fill the open mouth.

A sea turtle pops up its head to get a breath of air before diving back sown to eat some seagrass. It could care less about the dancing fish and the hungry birds.

Im attached to a mooring ball in the national park called Tobago Cay. This is a protected area for sea turtles and no fishing is allowed. Today there are over 60 boats surrounding me. The water is crystal clear and one of my closest friends calls it 50 shades of turquoise. It is a beautiful and truly magical place. Arriving yesterday around 12:00, I quickly jump in the water and I am surrounded by three sea turtles.

Yes I am finally off the dock and away from Grenada. The mechanics did a nice job of replacing my motor mounts and balancing the engine. It now purrs like a kitten instead of possessed demon trying to escape the boat. My newly replaced steering cables let me spin the helm like spreading butter on warm banana bread.( Which I had this morning since the yellow bananas were no longer yellow so time for the oven for them.) The cooling element of the fridge died so we are making due with the smaller freezer compartment that still works. I have just had to to set the temperature above freezing. The ice does not last as long so I am forced to drink for iced drinks( aka rum punches.)

In addition to other problems on the boat, my steering system did not feel quite right. When I took a closer look, I found some fitting that had cracked and broken over time. I sent an email the the company that makes them describing my problem and sending them phots of the broken fittings. Unlike many companies that you drop an emaiI into their general mailbox and it is forever lost, I received a response the next day.

His response was “Do Not Leave the Dock. It is worn out and could completely fail at anytime.”

Mmm, I could pretend I didn’t receive that and worry about it in the spring when I get done with cruising and just be oblivious to it. No that won’t work it will eat away at me the whole time. I call up the person who had responded to the email. He punches up the original schematic for the boat built in 1995 and puts all the parts together and walks the box to fed ex to make sure it will get shipped out on December 23 so I can have the parts to carry back to Grenada with me. That was amazing customer service above and beyond the normal of most companies. I checked you tube to see how to replace my cables and the person I had talked with the entire time is presenting. He is the president and CEO of this multimillion dollar company that had taken the time to get everything to me. It made me feel good about an American business. A big shout out to Edson Marine.

Today will be another low keyed day swimming with sea turtles, snorkeling and walking on the beaches. We will head north to Bequia tomorrow. We just heard last night that there is a music festival there this weekend. We might have to stay a little longer than expected.


18 December 2019 | prickly bay
Greg Seebart | windy, windy, windy
“Oh the Times they are a Changing, ” a song made popular by Bob Dylan is all I can think about since my last blog. What started out as a wonderful sail and anchorage quickly turned into the opposite the next day.
Rounding the north end of Grenada on our 24 mile sail to Carriacou the wind and waves exploded. The predicted 15 knots of wind quickly changed to 25. Seas are crashing over the bow of Mile High Dream.
“Im going to have a wet bed tonight,” I say to Diane. “With waves like that the front berth is sure to get wet.”
“Is the hatch closed?”
“Yes but with these seas the water comes in through the anchor locker and soaks it from underneath.”
Diane looks in bewilderment at me. One of the design flaws on this boat rears its ugly head in heavy seas.
The Dolphins don’t seem to mind the big water. A large pods swims next to us and we soon leave them behind when something of more interest catches their attention.
We slog through for 6 hours until we finally reach Sandy Island, our destination for the night. The wind is still high and It will be difficult to catch a mooring ball.
“Reach over the side with the Mooring hooker and grab the line on top. Pull it up and get the dock line through the loop. It is going to be very difficult in this wind. The last time I was here it took three tries to finally catch the ball.”
“Ok, Ill give it a try.”
We miss on the first try and swing around for the second. Diane hooks the rope and tries to get the line high enough out of the water to run the dock line through it. I put the engine in reverse and nothing happens. I put it in forward and nothing. Diane has to let go of the line and we are drifting on a collision course with a big Catamaran. Scrambling to get to the head sail and get some sail out for some power, Mile High Dream smashes sideways into the bow of the catamaran. We untangle from the other boat and get enough sail up to move the boat away from the reef. As soon as possible we drop the anchor.
“Wow, that sucked. It is also going to windy tonight. Guess I won’t need to worry about sleeping in a wet bed. I’ll be sleeping on deck tonight.”
Going below, I find out the coupling to the propeller shaft has wobbled out and no longer holds the shaft in place.
“That was brand new last March,” I think to myself.
We make it through the night with some sleep and in the morning I pull off the coupling to find a replacement. No luck in that department so I email a mechanic in Grenada. He does some checking and cannot find one so he orders one in for me.
“Its a good thing we are a sailboat so we can sail back to Grenada.”
We stay four nights until the winds and seas calm down. One highlight was one fo the best lobster dinners I’ve ever had. Even with heavy rains we enjoyed it immensely.
The sail back to Grenada was beautiful. We are graced by two different whale sightings, and a very large turtle.
Mile High Dream is safe on a ball in Prickley bay after being helped by other cruisers to get securely attached to the ball.
Where is my Part? It’s Grenada Maybe time. The part is on the island but stuck in customs.
Island time, what can a sailor do? Just roll with the waves.


09 December 2019 | Halifax bay
Greg Seebart
Gently rocking back and forth, Mile High Dream sits lazily on anchor. The sun is trying to peak through the clouds without much success. My morning mug of tea is almost cool enough to drink.

“Should we go for a swim this morning,” My crew mate asks.
“Or is it time for a nap already?”

“Its not called a nap anymore. It’s called non doing in action,” I reply.

Mile High Dream finally got splashed after I found a broken motor mount. This broken critical piece might have been why the engine was bouncing around like a bowl of jello whenever I put it in gear. Getting anything done on the islands is always an adventure. This one went pretty smooth compared to other projects. That fixed we are able to get off the mooring ball and start heading north towards Bequia.

The time getting Mile High Dream ready for this years sailing season was filled with beach time, live music, Christmas concerts, dock parties, catching with old cruising friends, meeting new cruising friends, holiday light shows and enjoying island life. Yes I did get a lot of projects done on the boat and created some new ones also.

We are in the GMT time zone here. I really stands for Grenada maybe time. Yesterday was no exception. I went to customs to clear out of the county for our sail north. The hours were clearly marked 9-2 on Weekends and holidays. 10:00 comes around and no one is there. Time to go to plan B, we’ll just check out when we get to Cariacou, two islands north.

While sailing around the west side of Grenada, Diane asks, “Can I go up front for a look?”

“Sure, the seas are fairly calm. Go for it.”

Just as she sits down I yell out. “Look off the starboard side. (actually I said right because I’m not quite into the correct nautical terminology just yet.) Dolphins .”

A pod of ten dolphins swim by and around the boat. A group of three keep coming back to play in the waves created by the bow of the boat.

Its a great way to start the season and a little Champagne never hurts either.
Vessel Name: Mile High Dream
Vessel Make/Model: Catalina 400
Hailing Port: Dillon, CO
Crew: Greg Seebart
About: Greg has been sailing since he was 21. I grew up in North Dakota and started taking advantage of the constant winds. After selling my bicycle store in 2006 we got more serious about living our dream on a sailboat. Greg and his wife purchased Mile High Dream in 2013.
Greg and Mary had owned Nada Mas, a 23' South Coast, on Lake Dillon in Colorado for 33 years. We chartered in the Caribbean and Calif. numerous times. We were excited to begin our dream. While waiting for a weather window in the Truks and Caicos, Mary died unexpectedly Jan. 6 2015 after a [...]
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