I’ll save catchup for later, currently I am beginning to pick up stakes for the great migration … still unsure of final destination (this season) but as the storms swing across the Atlantic that will become more clear. And there will be things to write about … and time (he says with fingers crossed).
The Route Day One: I motored up to Back River and wound my way up the channel. I found my way to the anchorage, tucked behind several lines of crab posts. (Approximate location) Sunday evening it was as quiet as you can imagine. There was no wind and I could hear sounds in the boat I […]
Triangle Plans Today or tomorrow I am going out to run a three day triangle route to test new polars, a new routing program, and the latest tweaks to the mainsail rigging. All of this subject to the tyranny of the to-do list and post election lethargy. I am already impressed with Fast Seas and hoping […]
Currently in Hampton VA. I was hoping to sail across to the eastern shore to look at the bird life in the marshes at the end of the Delmarva. There is an interesting anchorage over there behind a line of sunken concrete ships. It is however quite windy (I am seeing 15-20 knots in this […]
I have spent most of the summer at anchor off Nyack, NY and part of the rest of the time tied up to the Nyack Boat Club dock. There is a great blue heron that sleeps through the nights on the dolphin just north of the pier. All summer I have been trying to capture […]
I wrote this article about the journey …. more to come here and there. We are currently in Charleston, NC.
Pungo Creek, NC Alternator Blues, imagine a bad Blues song that never ends. Two days ago we headed south from Belhaven in about 15 knots of wind, gusting to twenty. The wind from the north, behind us. It just right for a quick down wind run along the Pungo Creek, past Winsteadville and Makleyville, and across […]
True silence – so quiet you can hear the world, and yourself. It happened again yesterday as I was sailing, ghosting really, north along the Pungo River. The Evening Light moves gracefully on wind that you can barely feel, not making a sound. Wings hard slapping on water as a duck takes to the air is a cannon shot. Someone a mile or more away is working a chainsaw, and I use the term working very lightly here, it buzzes every few minutes, a giant insect, deep in the forest on the far side of the river.
The wind whispers to the boat, and the boat speaks through the wheel, point up, a little more, now down, follow that puff, there you go. An hour or so of this and even your thoughts go quiet and just drink in the world around you. The desert mirage like mirroring of trees, distant floating above their reflection with imagined sky between. The dome of the sky, white becoming blue, over head. The whisper of wind over feathers, osprey soaring somewhere under the blue. Even the fish are silent.
In the end even this gentle wind fades and we have to start the motor, have to get to modern communications and deal with “real” world issues … fixing said motor. And the soul remembers the quiet, the true silence.
It is really interesting how hard it is to shake the have to be there on schedule thing. I was bustling around the dock this morning getting ready to leave as all the big power boats shoved off. I found getting all wound up telling myself that if we don’t get off in the next […]