Position: 47°50’54.1″N 120°46’40.8″W We left Albuquerque and Carol’s Dad Bob in the capable hands of her older brother, Chris. Our departure met with a little trepidation on all sides, but we were confident that Bob would train Chris quickly and …
Position: 41°12’58.4″N 13°34’23.4″E Like all things on Aleta, we try and right-size our waste management for the available space. Our ability to sail for weeks at a time and not look like a fully laden, seagull baiting scow was borne …
POSITION: 35°10’36.5″N 106°28’13.0″W You need a break. Walk out our back door into the wilderness. You may think I’m exaggerating, but a quarter of a mile up the hill is an honest-to-G** National Forest Wilderness. What, you ask, distinguishes a …
Position: RUFFHOUSING Having learned during the pandemic that any time spent sitting still leads to acquiring stuff, we spent a good part of last summer offloading Aleta’s excess cargo. Of course, as keen readers know, Marlon was unceremoniously booted off …
Star Date: -299000.0000317098 Here we are at the end of another Gregorian calendar year. I prefer the Julian calendar. After all it was named after my brother. It has been a lifelong disappointment knowing that a calendar named for Gregory, …
Position: 48°50’08.4″N 3°05’05.6″W I’m late this week. I’m often late putting fingers to keyboard ahead of this blog’s self-imposed deadline. I almost said ‘capricious’ deadline, but the deadline serves a purpose. After all, one must have some discipline, however crapulous. …
Position: 35°12’31.8″N 106°36’54.8″W Not who’s the bosque, dummy! The question is, where’s the bosque? And the answer is wherever the Spanish say there’s a forest. Down in Albuquerque, New Mexico, the bosque clings to the Rio Grande River like a …
With Thanksgiving bearing down on the necks of Americans everywhere (in Europe the equivalent might be the opening of Weihnachtsmärkte in Germany), it is time to bring our summer adventures to a close. Herewith we share with you, dear reader, …
Position: 55°36’54.7″N 12°59’24.1″E The worst summer anyone in the Baltic could remember wasn’t finished with us. With yet more weather roiling in from the North Sea, unencumbered by the low, shifting sand dune that is Denmark, three days at our …
