Year: 2014
August 21, 2014. “Should we do this?†We are way outside of Atlanta, in Villa Rica near the Alabama-Georgia border. We are in the library. We have just looked at and driven a 1982 Volkswagon Vanagon a few miles up…
April 30. It was a couple of hours past dawn. Greg rowed us from the dinghy dock out to where Blue Wing rested on a mooring ball, ready for her last journey of the season. I took the helm and…
April 24 – 25. I wake on Friday the 25th to the sound of a train. Not the high clickety-clack of an Atlanta MARTA run, or the low slow chunkety-chunk of a close by freight, but still the steady, rhythmic…
April 18 – 23. Glasses full of red wine are raised up in the air. “Here’s to Rich and Amy!†We are in the salon of Teresa and Wade’s boat, our next-door neighbors at Brown’s Marina. The table is set…
April 18 – April 23. Bimini was our very first stop in the Bahamas at the beginning of our sailing journey little over two years ago. Our impression of the island was a little sad. Things seemed half done or…
April 18 – 20. It is time to party Family Island style in the Bahamas! Down the street from our marina, we can hear dance music booming out over a loudspeaker. It’s the rhythm of Bimini’s Homecoming celebration. Bahamians from…
We are back in Florida today after a good Gulf Stream crossing, despite having no wind and having to motor the whole way. We had a great time in Bimini and still have a few stories to tell, but for…
April 9 – April 18. Midnight, and the boat heaves from side to side. Time for the bridle drill. I go up on deck, pull in a kellet line, release the hook, and secure a bridle to the anchor line….
April 7 – 9. DUWAN: Bang!…Bang! It was about 11pm and I had been trying to fall asleep. I was hearing some weird noises. A dry bag had been left clothes pinned to a life line, I was worried about…
April 5 – April 7. We have one month left. Our first two seasons we decided when it was time to go back. Blue Wing and crew were seemingly held together by twine and bandages. This season we’ve simply run…
