Although there are plenty of diversions, this is essentially a boat blog. I’m definitely more of a sailor than a builder, but clearly some of the rest of you aren’t. The most consistently popular page on the website isn’t the story about sponges (its had mixed reviews, but I think is hilarious), nor was it about my desire for better souvenirs (which got a lot of comments, but not many readers), nor was it any other post on bicycles…
Continue reading “Nerding Out”
I got the chance to take the helm of a 30 foot keelboat last weekend. It had soft cushions, a head, a bimini, and a nice big electronic chart above the wheel. Music drifted out of two speakers strategically placed in the back of the cockpit. When we got tired of fighting the current, we cranked on the diesel engine and motored back to the dock. There was good company on the boat, but I didn’t enjoy the sailing as much as I do on RowBird. To be fair to the keelboat, it could have been a Herreshoff, but because I’m in love with RowBird, it wouldn’t have mattered.
Continue reading “Why I (Still) Love RowBird”
“Did you build that?” is the most common question I get about Row Bird. As many times as I’ve heard it, I’m never quite sure how to respond.
When I’m in a rush I say yes and if they’re not sailors, the conversation often ends right there. The asker stands nearby, strokes the gunwale’s smooth varnish, smiles sheepishly, and soon wanders off. Continue reading “Makers & Fakers”
Sitting hove to in 30 knots of wind was not how I anticipated spending my opening day.
When my friend Andy and I decided to attempt a 25-mile circumnavigation of the South Sound’s Harstine Island in Row Bird, I worried we’d only have enough wind to sail half the route, if that.
Read the rest of the tale, across the jump at Three Sheets NW.
I hadn’t been sailing in ages, it seemed. And I probably wouldn’t get out on the water anytime soon. Then an afternoon commitment fell through. The rain clouds cleared, but the wind remained, so I grabbed my youngest boy and headed to the river. Continue reading “Green Sailor”
I used to be scared of capsizing my boat. The idea of being suddenly thrust into the chilly river worried me. I imagined my stuff floating away and the boat refusing to return upright or slowly sinking. All these thoughts are realistic, especially the detrimental effect of the cold water, but what I hadn’t given much thought to is something emotionally scarier. Continue reading “What’s worse than a capsize?”