Trial and Error
What is it about learning? Some get it out of the way quickly, others spend a lifetime figuring things out. The question that’s always rattled around in my mind is who gets bored more easily – the educated or the …
Video: Hampton Roads or Thereabouts
In this video update we awake early and enjoy the sunrise and that special feeling when you raise the anchor before brushing your teeth. We head south to Norfolk, Virginia, and one of the busiest stretches of water in the …
Video: Stepping the Mast
On a sailboat the paint bone is connected to the mast bone, is connected to the rigging bone, is connected to the radar bone, is connected to GPS bone, is connected to the hull bone, is connected to the wallet …
Hammin’ It Up
Position: The Radio Room “Ain’t it like most people? I’m no different, we love to talk on things we don’t know about.” – The Avett Brothers, Ten Thousand Words Harboring a fantasy and living it is, let’s be honest, not …
Painting Aleta
Why did we choose red when we painted Aleta? According to Chinese folklore the invisible red thread of destiny binds soulmates together. Traditionally, men and women bound by a red thread will one day become lovers and marry. Adoptive parents …
Shake ’em on Down
Position: 38°41’35.4″N 76°10’29.8″W We woke to drizzle and dragged ourselves and the anchor up to face the day. About two hours after leaving Rhode River it turned out to be the venue of a drama far greater than we’d expected. …
The Adventure Begins
Position: 38°52’56″N 76°31’35″W As they say, the adventure begins when things go wrong. And wrong they went. After a week of figuring out how to make several of the punch list items work, Aleta (formerly: The Beguine) made her way …
Video: Fuggin’ Coast Guard
Position: 41°42’30.8″N 70°45’31.3″W Having taken the big decision so early in our trip, we now had lots of time on our hands. So like good ‘uns we hightailed it for Cape Cod and a visit with Mike’s Aunt Vickie and …
We Bought a Boat!
Position: 38°57’47″N 76°28’42″W The reassuring whiplash of our Boeing’s tailhook grabbing the arresting wire at Baltimore Washington International jerked us awake. We had landed just in time for dinner and bed in the noisy airport Hilton. After a fitful night’s …