Monthly Archives: November 2016

Jungle

We finally found some jungle. We left St Augustine the day after Thanksgiving. That City felt very touristy, too touristy really. While we enjoyed the architecture and the Thanksgiving cruising community, for some reason I wind up awkwardly telling my … Continue reading

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Some gross stuff

We caught a fish. We had it for breakfast.  But between catching it and eating it, we had a lot to digest. Parental disgression advised.    

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The quietest place in the world

In the morning we motored on the ICW. After we left Charleston, we motored past mile after mile of expensive waterfront summer homes, with their hurricane damaged docks and boats.     If you don’t believe in climate change, go … Continue reading

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Rest Station

I am learning that there is just no free ride in sailing. After a glorious start to our overnight sail into Charlston, we woke to steep short chop, bashing waves breaking on the bow. Our bilge alarm went off in … Continue reading

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Emergency

When the bilge pump alarm goes off, it is LOUD. If adrenaline is helpful, then loud bilge alarms work great! I had just laid down to close my eyes, Albert was taking over the helm. In this video we were … Continue reading

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In 3.3 knots, sailing fromWrightville Beach to Charlston

The sail started out beatiful, peaceful. I sang to relieve post election stress.

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We’re not kids anymore

When I was a kid, I  never could have imagined life aboard our 37 foot Banjer motorsailer. I leave tomorrow from this dock we’ve enjoyed for the past few nights  in North Carolina, with the best husband I ever had ( … Continue reading