Position: 25°21’39.6″S 31°53’35.9″E There is something about driving across a country as a foreigner that impresses the locals. Particularly in a place like South Africa. “You drove here from Cape Town?”, they might say with a certain amount of incredulity. …
Position: 33°19’34.1″S 25°32’41.2″E Between muggings, flat tyres, wine tasting, and elephants it’s been a heckuva week. Telling the entire story would take days, so instead here are a few highlights. Stellenbosch By the time we paid our gas pump attendant …
Position: 34°21’25″S 18°28’26″E The nagging feeling that life is too damn short had hung over our heads for weeks. “We have a month before our flight back to the States. What are we going to do?” Carol asked. “I can …
Position: 54°18’45.7″N 9°40’03.4″E On Aleta we believe in redundancy. Let me say that again, on Aleta we believe in redundancy. One method of doing something always deserves a second one. As a sailboat we use sails for propulsion whenever we …
Position: 57°21’23.5”N 11°58’32.4”E Despite Delta Airlines’ best efforts we arrived back in Gothenburg to find Aleta right where we had left her within an hour of our expected arrival time. A little last-minute running around and bill paying, and we …
Afterword My uncle Hugh, Captain Bear, completed his earthly voyage yesterday, August 3, 2024. He passed quickly and quietly with his loved ones nearby. For as long as we have been on Aleta he was our shore-based support, managing our …
Position: 46°38’54.1″N 11°36’09.2″E Careening down a mountain road in our rental car, we reflected on the charming oddities of Italy. You see, our car was on top of a flatbed tow truck and held in place by a couple of …
Private Kemble As soon as he was old enough, Bob Kemble began working in his family’s greenhouses that stretched out behind their home. His parents’ floral business demanded constant attention. In the cold, dark winters of 1930s Iowa, Bob and …
Position: 45°54’58.9″N 6°51’19.9″E Saturday Pulling up outside our turn of this century chalet flanked by steep mountains on either side of Chamonix’s narrow valley, we were glad that we had driven. Our house guests, a motley amalgam of relatives, friends …
