“’Tis advertised in Boston, New York, and Buffalo,” I sang at the top of my lungs, “five hundred brave Americans,…
Down to the River
I hate cars, but I love boats. Without gas power, it can be a challenge for a guy who lives…
Witches on the Water
Soon after I brought in the morning paper, a big sucker hole opened in the clouds. I didn’t believe the…
The Log of Row Bird
When I tell fellow sailors that I keep a log for my 18-foot sail and oar boat, they mostly look…
Fall Finale
You get a little of everything in the South Salish Sea, but most of all you get solitude. There’s a…
Sailing My House
I’m not a liveaboard. My house doesn’t float, it doesn’t overlook the water, nor does it look like any boat…
