Mile High Dream

19 January 2014 | The Harborage Marina
13 January 2014
13 January 2014
13 January 2014 | Clearwaterbeach
13 January 2014 | Clearwater Beach
01 January 2014 | The Harborage
01 January 2014 | The Harborage Marina
15 December 2013 | St. Petersburg, FL
12 December 2013 | St. Pete FL
08 December 2013 | Florida
02 December 2013
02 December 2013 | Ft. Lauderdale to Biscayne Bay
01 December 2013 | Riviera Beach to Ft Lauderdale
28 November 2013 | Riviera Beach, FL.
16 November 2013 | Dillon, CO


27 November 2018 | Prickley Bay, Grenada
Mile High Dream has been splashed. That is the terminology used for putting your boat in the water. After 5 hot and intense days of work both by myself and the yard crew, we were able to get the necessary projects done in order to get in the water. What are these projects you ask (or maybe not)? They included replacing the cutless bearing and shaft seal on the propeller shaft, filling the dingy with air to make sure it does not leak, prepping the outboard motors for the season, taking inventory and finding out what parts I might have and what I might need and the endless cleaning and organizing. There is a lot of work that goes into this idyllic cruising life of a sailor.
Did I mention, warm sunshine, cool water and sandy beaches. I spoil my self by staying at a local hotel while I work on the boat. It has air conditioning to help me cool off and is only 2 blocks from one of the most beautiful beaches on Grenada, Grand Ans beach. This beautiful white sand beach and turquoise water provides a nice respite from the boat work. Yesterday while I was swimming, I came across two sea turtles that allowed me to swim with them for a few minutes.
Today I move on Mile High Dream for the season. Lots more organizing and projects before my first crew member arrives Dec. 1st. I looking forward to another wonderful, fun filled year of adventures.

I'm Back (well Almost)

20 November 2018 | Miami Airport
After an amazing summer camping in Northern California, Sailing the 10,000 islands on the border of the US and Canada, bicycling in Croatia and taking a river cruise in Portugal, I am headed back to Mile High Dream. The snow in Colorado has been fantastic and I have logged in over 12 days of cross country skiing. The down side of that is where there is snow, there is cold.
I am currently sitting in the Miami Airport waiting for my final leg to take me to the warmth of Grenada. I have a couple of weeks of boat prep and then I will start heading north. I am looking for a great season with lots of fun crew. Some I have sailed with before and some will be a new adventure for both of us. Beach time is 7 hours away. Im ready.


23 April 2018 | Anse noire, Martinique
Jorie, guest blogger, Amanda guest photographer.
We awaken on the water, an immigrant in our own world, rocking to the rhythm of a vibrant, powerful force. We walk through the galley and up onto the deck. Good morning, world. Greet every tiny miracle in the landscape of life around us.
We pull on our fins, imitating fish, our goggles and snorkels. We softly splash into the water.
I listen to the crystal silence, smiling at the occasional snap of a barnacle, reaching my ears through the light-soaked waves. Every time I bob my head above the ripples, Mile High Dream is farther away. Beneath me, anenames, fish, sea stars, corals - everything coexists.
Out of the corner of my eye - a fin. I glance closer. I small turtle, only a bit larger than a dinner plate, glides towards me. My eyes drink in everything, the graceful head, color-splashed shell, the missing back flipper. The creature is calm, swimming near me, around me. I follow in lazy swoops. We cruise in unison over coral. We drift through schools of fish. A smile is spreading over my face, so wide my mask begins to leak. I surface, releasing the excess water. I feel only a peaceful joy. I've swum far from the boat - almost too far, perfectly content to follow this turtle into the open ocean. Duck under, just once more. I obey, dawn rays of sunshine filtering around me, glinting off of the turtle's fading flipper. I feel as if I exist only in the imagination, but this dream is played out before my eyes.

I climb onto the boat once again, out of breath and out of words. I simply place myself at the bow of the boat and sit, swaying with the sea, watching the sun peak over the treed cliffs on shore and illuminating the water. I'm riding a mile high wave of calm excitement.

The Mile High Dream cure

22 April 2018 | Martinique
Guest blogger Amy
The Mile High Dream Cure
Having recently moved a family three times in two years (yeah, don’t ask!), I was primed for a respite from all the boxes yet to unpack. When the invitation came to join Greg and Amanda on the sailboat, my family couldn’t say yes fast enough!
The experience exceeded anything we could have conjured up ourselves. Yes, we expected the friendly company combined with warm weather, bright sunshine, turquoise waters, days of R&R, and lovely meals (of course, because I have heard that these two folks might actually bicker about who gets to cook!)
What I personally didn’t expect was the many “firsts” I was about to encounter. Now, let me say that I was sheltered growing up in small towns surrounded by those rural farm lands of Ohio, but STILL! In one single week with the Mile High Dream captain and “deck fluff”, I broke the barriers on any potential stagnation. Here are just a few of the highlight “firsts” (Writing a blog included!):
Hopped onto a dinghy to get groceries (and fresh French pastries)
Visited a foreign country – Canada just doesn’t count!
Sampled authentic pastries virtually daily, sometimes more than once (but don’t tell)
Showered off the back of the boat (did I mention the pastries yet?)
Actually used all those years of study of high school and college French (to order pastries, of course)
Basked in the sheer pleasure of snorkeling in a coral reef –I could have spent many more days exploring this new fascination
Was kissed by a Loggerhead sea turtle – almost literally, perhaps because I was swimming WITH THEM!
Of course, there are many more that I would add to the list (like toilet flushing on a boat), but instead I’ll just say that my life was so enriched by this amazing experience with such fabulous folks as my guides. And I must say Greg, I felt perfectly safe on your lovely boat and while on the islands due to your sailing expertise and thoughtful process in choosing our course and stops. I’ll always remember , too, that you have the best backyard ever!


20 April 2018 | Martinique, Le Marin
The sound of the chain rattling as it is being raised awakens me from my slumber. We are in a very small bay called Anse Noire, located on the western shore of Martinique. A slight breeze blows over the water sending little ripples all the way to shore. It is a well protected anchorage but the key part is small. The raising of the chain had not woken me up since I have been sleeping on deck since 4:00 AM. I got up around 3:00 to check things out and it seemed like I was practically touching the boat next to me. With the calm winds and no current, the boats seem to just move around on there own accord without much organization. With wind or waves, the boats react to the water in the same way and would all face the same direction. This is not so in the dead calm. The last time I was here, I was the only boat but last night there were 6 boats in this tiny bay. That is about two too many. But all is well that ends well. A little less sleep but no boats crashing into each other.
Yesterday in addition to some fabulous snorkeling, we spent some precious time on the beach.
Two of us kayaked to the beach. Once we stowed the kayak, we headed down the beach, soft sand kissing our feet. We passed two female sunbathers without their tops.
"No wonder you like this beach so much." she says.
The local beach bar calls our name for lunch. While waiting for our food to be served, a man in a speedo stands close to the table.
"That speedo would match your shirt," she says.
"I don't think you are looking at the colors," I reply.
"Is that a baguette, demi baguette or a flute? It is certainly not a boule," She states.
We both try to control our laughter but with no results.
We have five people on board this week. For three of them it is their first experience sailing. With snorkeling with turtles and the brightly colored fish, beach time, some sunny weather, the rain and rough seas are a long gone memory.
I am starting to wind down this sailing season. In a little over two weeks Mile High Dream will be pulled out of the water in Grenada to spend her summer on shore and I will head back to Colorado. The year has been different, interesting, fulfilling and fun. I did more solo sailing which was ok but I really do not enjoy it as much as sailing with others aboard. I did not go as far north as I had planned either. Some of that was due to the Hurricane damage from the summer and some was due to scheduling of guests.
Other boats are pulling up their chains and getting to head out to a different place. We will do some turtle searching and snorkeling before we head out to our last anchorage with this crew.
"Hey can you pass me some cream for my coffee?" I asked the boat next to me. "You can just hand it over on the next swing by."

Headed south

09 April 2018 | St Lucia
The wall of water crashes over the boat and i feel like I am inside a tunnel. I have my own sea aquarium with fish swimming around in the cockpit. Well it is not quite that bad, there are no fish. I turn Mile High Dream into the wind to let the water flow out of the back.
"I sure am glad I closed those hatches under the seat or the bed would be soaked.' I say to the crashing waves. "And this is suppose to be the calm day."
I had dropped my last crew mate off the day before so she could catch her plane back to Canada. She owns her own boat and does a fair amount of solo sailing herself. We enjoyed sharing stories and adventures and she also gave me a few tips on some blocks(hardware that let the lines run though) that would make my life a little easier. The sail from Guadeloupe down to Martinique was very enjoyable. We stopped at The Saints and rented e bikes to help us climb the steep hills on the island. We were hoping for a motorized scooter but we did not get to shore early enough and had to settle for the electric bikes. I have never ridden on one before out side of a parking lot and I am Pleasantly surprised how well they work. No this will not be my next bike. At least not in the foreseeable future.
From there we sailed to Dominica to tour that island. I have doe this a few times before and it is always enjoyable. A few days here and then a long sail to Martinique. Weather has been pretty good and the two crossing were a little wet but quite comfortable.
Back to the land of Croissants and pastries. A very wonderful sailing experience.
My next crew arrives in St. Lucia so I need to get there to pick them up. It is only a 24 mile sail which I have sailed by myself before so I was not too worried about the crossing. I looked at the weather and picked what I thought would be the calmest day to travel and maybe this is it. It is still a little salty.
Vessel Name: Mile High Dream
Vessel Make/Model: Catalina 400
Hailing Port: Dillon, CO
Crew: Greg Seebart sailing with Mary in his heart
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. We purchased Mile High Dream in 2013,.
Greg and Mary have owned Nada Mas, a 23' South Coast, on Lake Dillon in Colorado for 27 years. We have chartered in the Caribbean and Calif. numerous times. We are excited to begin our dream. While waiting for a weather window in the Truks and Caicos, Mary died unexpectedly Jan. 6 2015 after a [...]
Mile High Dream's Photos - Main
Mile High Dream Being put in the water in Grenada
5 Photos
Created 27 November 2018
A break from sailing
11 Photos
Created 21 February 2017
Getting to the Bahamas
12 Photos
Created 7 March 2014