After spending three nights in Todos Santos, it is time to head north, back towards our home port of Ensenada. But not before exploring more of the peninsula, and the beauty that is the Sea of Cortez. We bypassed Loreto on the southbound leg of our trip, so I … Continue reading
“Whale!” I shriek, lunging for the lifeline on the beam of El Gato. “Grab my camera!” It’s barely moving,, just a long stretch of its brownish back, but it’s a WHALE!! No, wait. It’s not moving at all, I realize as we pass it by. Is it dead? No, turns … Continue reading
We’ve been battling rolling ocean swells for over 26 hours, and I have never been so ready to get off the boat. Jeff is exhausted and, after the boat is nestled securely in the marina slip, he is sound asleep. Walk. I must walk. I need to stretch my legs and … Continue reading
SHIT! SHIP!! SHIP!!!! Jeff drops, no, slings, the chart aside as he grabs the wheel and slams it to port (left). Directly off our starbird (right) side is what at first appears to be a mega yacht cruising full speed ahead toward our beam. On a second, less hysterical look, … Continue reading
I have struggled over how to write a post that can come even a smidge close to describing the beauty that has besieged us on our way north through New England. No Can Do. So I’m just gonna post some pics for you to enjoy. … Continue reading
When Jeff and I decided to sail Kismet to New England this Summer, the only reason Rhode Island was even on our radar was because I could then mark it off as one of the remaining 3 or 4 states I have yet to visit. Other than that, no plans … Continue reading
“Blow it!” He demands in drunken enthusiasm. I shake my head, faking a polite smile, but this merely encourages him. Spewing thick smoke from his soggy, hand-rolled cigarette, he demonstrates, again, how he likes his conch blown. We are at Little Farmers Cay, a tiny settlement in the Exuma Chain … Continue reading
Jeff and I just hosted our first company aboard Kismet. After seven days sharing approximately 200 sq. ft. (that’s less than 50 sq. ft. p/p, if you count the 2 boat dogs), I am happy to say that it was a successful endeavor. Sharon, an old friend from our early Atlanta … Continue reading
Long ago, in a faraway land I lived in this cottage, set snug in the sand. St. Simon’s island was “home” for a spell While I dug at Fort Frederica, excavating a well. An archaeological dig was my job at that time Searching remnants of homes built of oysters … Continue reading
My parents moved to South Florida about 15 years ago. Along with seventeen million other retirees from any place north of middle Georgia. Snowbirds. I used to chuckle at all those blue-hairs ambling down I-75 every November, all hunched over, grasping the steering wheel between clenched fists, barely able to see over … Continue reading