Mile High Dream

17 March 2022 | The Saintes in Guadeloupe
12 March 2021 | Sandy Island, Carriacou
11 February 2021 | The Pitons, St. Lucia
03 February 2021 | Rodney bay marina, St. Lucia
06 January 2021 | Rodney bay marina, St. Lucia
24 December 2020 | Bay Gardens Hotel, St. Lucia
06 June 2020 | San Juan, Puerto Rico
16 May 2020 | Rodney Bay, St. Lucia
16 May 2020 | Rodney Bay, St. Lucia
04 May 2020 | Rodney Bay Marina, St. Lucia
20 April 2020 | Rodney Bay, St. Lucia
01 April 2020 | Rodney Bay Marina, St. Lucia
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


17 March 2022 | The Saintes in Guadeloupe
Greg Seebart
The wind is howling like a pack of wolves during a full moon. The seas are being whipped up like your frothier on high speed for your morning latte. The tops of the waves are blowing off to form a saltwater mist coating everything, and the rain starts. Not just a nice sprinkle more like the heavens opening up and pouring down on us. It is now going on two weeks with this weather and it is getting old to say the least. Mile High Dream is standing up to the pressure of being thrown around like a rubber ducky in the hot tub, I’m not sure I can say that about Diane and myself. The first week we were able to stay at a Marina so we did not experience the full brunt of it. Now that our reserved time at the marina has run out, we are forced to leave the marina and face the true force of this terrible weather.
Having a great time in the Caribbean, anyone want to join us?
Diane my girlfriend who sailed with me last season and part of the season before covid hit joined me in November and we flew to Grenada to get Mile High Dream ready for the season. All went well with replacing batteries getting a number of other projects done on the boat before heading north. I have been asking myself how many more years I want to be part of the sailing adventure. Our first crossing with winds and seas pushing my comfort zone pretty much let me know the answer to that question. I certainly do not enjoy it as much as I used to and there are other adventures I would like to experience. With that decision made we decided to start a slow meandering pace north thru the Carbbean for my last time. It is fun going to the places that I really enjoyed in the past and being able to share them with Diane who has not had the joy of the islands.
Carriacou, Union Island, The Tobago Cays in St. Vincent, St. Lucia, Martinique, Dominica, and Guadeloupe where we are at now have all been part of this years adventure. The Saintes where we are now watching the seas and wind show their force will be sadly missed once we leave. Well maybe not the wind, rough seas and rain.
The weather is suppose to calm down and we will sail north to Antigua where we will leave the boat for the summer. Next season we will sail it back to Florida. That is our current plan. Like all sailing plans, “Plans are written in the sand at low tide and can easily be changed and forgotten.”
The photo is of Diane and I and our cruising friends for the last two seasons. The girls had a fun time buying us shirts and not letting us know we would be both wearing them that night.

wet and wild

12 March 2021 | Sandy Island, Carriacou
Greg Seebart | windy
“Is everyone ready to go’” I ask Diane, Debby and Mike

“I am so full, that lobster was so good and yours was so huge, we could have split one. I guess I’m ready’” replied Diane

“We are too.”

“Lets make it happen,” as we truck down the beach to get in the dingy and motor back to our boats.

Mike and Debby are on the sailboat “DEVA.” I met them last spring when we ended up together in St. Lucia for over two months waiting for a flight back to the states. This year we have been buddy boating together and having a great time with lots of laughter.

“Wow, these swells are rally big. We are going to have to time the waves if we want to get off the beach in one piece,”I say.“Lets pull the dingy around and get the nose pointed to the surf.”

Pulling it around the waves come crashing in. The dingy gets away from us and slams into us sideways knocking us on our butts.

“Crap, this isn’t working. Girls, jump in the front and grab the paddles. Mike and I will wait for a big wave and push it in the water. You two start to paddle to get us off shore. Her comes a wave, OK start paddling. Harder harder.”

They look at me like I’ve lost my mind. It wasn’t a very big wave so they are laughing hysterically and paddling while the dingy is still high and dry on the sandy beach and Im yelling at them to paddle faster. With paddles waving in the air we are not going anywhere.

Another larger wave comes in and we get a little water under the boat. Mike and I are pushing, Debby and Diane are rowing away. The wave recedes and we are still sitting in the sand.

We are determined to make this work, and after looking like a the four stooges we finally catch a monster wave.

Mike and I are pushing, the girls are giving it all they got. I jump on the tube and ride it like a mechanical bull. Mike dives on and straddles it like he’s riding one of those inflated bananas that they tow behind a speed boat scrambling for a handhold so he doesn’t fall off.

“Mike are you on? You OK,” asks Debby.
“I think we are in deep enough water to put the engine down and use it.”says Diane

I wait for Mike to get fully in the boat before lowering the motor down and starting it up. We start laughing about our antics. We are soaked and we slowly motor back to our boats.

We arrive safely and a quick fresh water rinse is in order before bed.

We finally left St. Lucia after arriving there in December. Mike, Debby and Diane had arrived there in November so they were ready for a change. We did a nice 13 1/2 hour sail to Carriacou, an island north of Grenada still in the country of Grenada. Seven days of quarantine on the boat and a negative PCR test and we are ready to explore Grenada. We are currently moored off of Sandy Island, an idlic small uninhabited place with great swimming snorkeling and beach.


11 February 2021 | The Pitons, St. Lucia
Greg Seebart
Twas the night before Christmas. “What am I thinking, that is long past.”

Twas the first night at anchor and all through the boat, The rum and the wine were keeping us afloat.
The sun was slowly falling into the horizon below, when I looked to the east and cried out “Oh No.”
There is a rainbow so bright and so vivid, we better scramble to close the hatches before we get soaked. (Ok, I ran out of rhymes)
So we watched the sun sink into the Caribbean sea with a beautiful rainbow at our backs slowly fading away.

It was quite magical and the rain didn’t get us too wet.

We took a sailing trip south from Rodney bay located on the north end of the island to Anse Des Pitons. A marine park nestled at the foot of or in between the Piton mountains. One park ranger said, “ It is magical to spend the night between St. Lucias Breasts,” or as the locals say the tits of St. Lucia. We haven’t quit moved into the cleavage, choosing to just caress one breast right now.

I have stayed here before and the current, wind, and swells do not compliment each other. Mile High Dream pitches from side to side like a mechanical bull. After our first sleepless night we moved as close to shore as we could. The rangers thought this might be better than mooring between the Pitons called Sugar bay. It was better and we at least got some sleep. Sugar Bay is still calling me so we may try that tonight. Every other time I have been here, the moorings in Sugar bay have been full. This year we are the only boat here which is really quite sad and very hard on the locals that depend on cruisers to make their living. A local fisherman stopped by yesterday morning with a tuna he had just caught. Hoping for lobster we adjusted and dined on fresh tuna instead. Sacrifices we have to make.

We are in a Marine park reserve where fishing is not allowed. That’s what we are told anyway. The locals obviously didn’t get that memo or know that the local police are so busy with covid that no one will be enforcing the rules. They fly so close to our boat that to snorkel off the back of Mile High Dream is taking your life in your hands. The old wooden boats painted is bright red, yellow or green are maybe 16’ long and maybe 3 feet wide. The five to seven fisherman all stand up presumably looking for fish. I think it is more of a macho thing or right of passage and if you can’t do it, you need to find another profession. Or own the boat so you can sit down and operate the outboard motor. Even he stands on occasion. The boats sit so low in the water that from a distance they look like they are underwater. The other job of the outboard operator is to constantly bail the water out of the boat so being under water is not far from reality

Today another boat will be joining us to snorkel, explore and probably eat the rest of the tuna. It’s going to be a great day.

stuck in paradise

03 February 2021 | Rodney bay marina, St. Lucia
Greg Seebart
“It’s raining, It’s pouring, the old man is snoring.”

Actually it is only sprinkling and I’m awake now, so no snoring allowed. The last month has been filled with projects that never end and shades of last March on the Island. The covid cases have really increased with about 40% of people tested for covid coming up positive. I am not sure if they are only allowing those that do not feel well to get tested or letting everyone get tested. They will be opening some new testing site to encourage more people to get tested. That being said they stopped all alcohol sales two weeks ago and closed all restaurant to indoor dining. We did have a little notice to stock up so we took advantage of it. Last night they announced a curfew from 7:00pm to 5:00 am for the next seven days. Fortunately there will not be a total closure with supermarkets, pharmacies, and hardware stores still open. This still allows me my daily trips to the hardware store to get boat parts. Buy a boat if you need an excuse to get your hardware store fix every day.

My current project is replacing the steering quadrant. Without this you cannot steer the boat so I viewed it as an important repair. After months, starting when I was still in Colorado, to get the correct part, a quadrant arrived last Friday. Wisely I hired someone to install it for me and remove the old part. When he removed the old quadrant, He looked up at me and said, “ this is a death trap waiting to happen.”

I had it re-welded when I had the bushing replaced on the rudder in December. It still looked like It could have failed at any time. As usual, all of the for thought and photos sent to the manufacturer to insure we received the correct part failed and the part is now at a welder to fabricate a new piece on it. Gladly I didn’t know how badly it looked when we took Mile High Dream out for its first day sail. Five of us took advantage of nice winds and got the boat a little wet crashing through the big waves. I am always concerned about what I might have forgotten to do for the first sail and that marginally repaired part would have really stressed me out. In all the pictures that were taken of me that day, I wasn’t smiling too much. I guess I was too concerned with the boat. In the end it all worked great and we had a very fun sail.

For those of you who have sailed with me, you will be happy to know that I purchased a brand new dinghy. I took the old one in for repair after pumping it up twice daily to keep it afloat. The cost of repairing it and still having an old worn out dinghy made me decide to purchase an new one. It is a little smaller so we get to be a little closer when we have a large group.

Future sailing plans are still totally up in the air with other countries changing their rules weekly. That and Air Canada canceling all flights until May make’s Diane future travel plans home very crazy.

Ok, my mechanics are here’s time to get to work.


06 January 2021 | Rodney bay marina, St. Lucia
Greg Seebart
Today is the sixth anniversary of when my life changed. My wife of 27 years died on this date after we just finished a beautiful snorkel together. Today was a time for reflection, memories, and being thankful for what I have and those special people in our lives that make it full and complete. Don’t be afraid to live every day to it fullest, be thankful for what you have and spread the joy of love to someone close to you.

I finally finished my dreadful time of Quarantine. Ha Ha. Meals cooked of me, room cleaned every day, trip to the beach, maybe I should go back. Now that Im back on the boat it is endless boat projects, some planned, some not planned. Its a boat and things break, wear out, and need to be fixed.

The Rodney bay Marina where I am currently staying is very different than the other times I’ve been here. Its very empty with very few boats coming or going. I got new neighbors yesterday that had just come from Bequia. St. Vincent and the Grenadines where Bequia is located is a low risk country for covid so if you arrive from there you are welcome anywhere. St. Lucia is a high risk country like the U.S so a 14 day quarantine is required to any other country I decide to travel too. Dominica, 70 miles north of here is closed to all travelers so that country is now off the table to visit. Those of us in St. Lucia that have the desire to travel are hoping that Covid gets under control on the island and it it will go back to a low risk status and allow us to move more freely. So right now I will be staying put, getting the sails on the boat, re lubing the winches, fixing the refrigeration and maybe even repairing the air-conditioning on the boat. When you aren’t moving and getting the trade wind breezes it can get a little stuffy on the boat. Oh what am I complaining about I could be back in freezing temps and snow.

With the heartbreaking scenes from Washington D.C. and friends being diagnosed with Covid, I really don’t have anything to complain about. It is so sad and truly unbelievable.

It reminds me of the song Turn, Turn, Turn, by Pete Seeger

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, a time to reap that which is planted;
A time to kill, a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain that which is to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time of love, and a time of hate; time of war, and a time of peace.


24 December 2020 | Bay Gardens Hotel, St. Lucia
Greg Seebart
December 13
"Your passport please." the ticket agent asks when I finally make it to the front of the line. Due to it being an international flight, I was not able to check in at the kiosk or via computer.
"What is your final destination?'
"St. Lucia," I reply.
She starts typing away, looking for everything that St. Lucia requires for anyone flying into their country. I have my stack of forms in my hand ready to fulfill any need that she requires. Well not everything. 
She probably could have used a Valium or a stiff shot looking at how crazy things are for her.
"Your approval form to entry the country."
I quickly hand it over to her. She takes her time reading it and hands it back.
"Your negative Covid test."
I proudly slide it under the window. She looks at a long time. I am confused since I circled the word negative and my name for easy recognition.
"I don't think this will work. It doesn't say anywhere that this is a PCR test. St. Lucia requires a PCR test."
My joyous demeanor drops a notch. I knew it had to be a PCR test and I had asked the other tasting sites if that is what they were giving. I hadn't called Vail Medical just assuming they used the same testing procedure.
"I'm sorry, I can't let you board without a PCR test."
"But it says negative, right there," I point with my finger.
"It's the wrong test, I'm sorry. Let me see when I can get you on another flight."
My shoulders drop. My face droops into the most sorry face i have had in a long time. My sad puppy dog eyes tell the rest of the story.
Originally I was scheduled to fly out on November 23. Covid had other plans so I was so excited to finally be flying out to St. Lucia where I will have to quarantine for 14 days before being allowed on my boat.
2020, the year of change, of accepting things that are out of my control. Sailors have a saying, "plans are written in the sand at low tide. They can be washed away or changed at any time." This has been so true this entire year.
I take my bags and walk back out of the airport and sit by the wall trying to figure out a new plan. I call my friend who dropped me off at the airport to ask if she can pick me up after I explain my sad story. She is running errands so had not started driving back up the mountains.
She picks me up and we seek out two testing sites that are open on Sunday and are PCR tests. They both tell me it will be 3-5 days for the results to get back. My flight is scheduled for
Wednesday so I rescheduled it for Thursday, just to be safe.
The two test come back the next day and I think Im ready to go. I keep the flight for Thursday and call the airport shuttle to give me a ride down. All set so I think.
On Thursday, the shuttle forgets me and I take a later shuttle causing me to miss my flight. I reschedule my flights at the airport, give them all of the "correct" paperwork and amazingly enough, I arrive in sunny warm St. Lucia for my quarantine stay.
I picked the Bay Gardens hotel since it was less expensive and more importantly has a sister property located right on the beach. We are allowed to go by hotel shuttle to their property and enjoy all the sandy beach amenities.
This quarantine thing is not so bad after all.

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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