On the road again
December was a strange month. My sparse posts on this blog reflect that – excitement for arriving in the French...
December was a strange month. My sparse posts on this blog reflect that – excitement for arriving in the French...
Birds are nesting on our boat. It’s a sign that we’ve been in St. Martin too long. We had anticipated leaving...
My mind started running the moment the tires of the 757 touched down on the tarmac at MIA. Questions forgotten...
It’s good to be back in St. Martin, three years since the last time. Slightly odd being here married, sailing...
When the sun rose above our bow we were already sailing between the low lying sandy strip that comprises Anguilla...
We’ve just wrapped up a vacation from our vacation. Cat’s parents, VJ and Gina, and their good friends, Pam and...
Since the last post, we’ve spent all of our time in the US Virgin Islands. That they are fantastic ought...
Mark Twain had some quote about casting off lines, dreaming and discovering. As hackneyed as that quote has become in...
The boat floats. Let me back up. We spent the first 3 days working at a feverish pace (literally –...
We’ve arrived. Nanny Cay, Tortola, British Virgin Islands. We blasted 3500 miles across the United States, saying temporary goodbyes to...
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