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 …
Position: 45° 31’23.03”N 122° 40’35.34”W What does it take to be a great adventurer? Bear Grylls is a great adventurer. You know the type: fearless, multi-talented, outdoorsman, skins snakes alive, never sleeps by the same river twice, dashing and completely …
Hi Guys! Marlon here! I wanted to let you all know that I’m enjoying my retirement from seadog life. Being a landlubber again has its benefits: no flappy sails, no heaving to for a poo, and plenty of time with …
Position: Anywhere at Sea Perhaps the greatest challenge for ocean-going seafarers is the convoluted nature of weather and waves. Wind, air pressure, temperature, currents, land masses, the gravitational pull of the moon and the contours of the seabed all mix …
Position: 49°51’49.7″N 6°24’34.4″W Let’s continue our periodic series on famous sea captains with a portrait of Sir Cloudesley Shovell. Not the retro-Metal band, but the man behind history’s greatest name for an Admiral. A snappy name is not, however, the …
Communications Dogs don’t speak human. Therefore, to have a healthy relationship, humans have to learn to speak dog. That’s just the way it is. I was lucky. I had a great teacher in Banjo, our late Border Collie/Australian Shepherd rescue. …
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 …
