Continued from - "Through the Fog, Provincetown to Newfoundland" We motored into St. John's Harbor among massive tankers and rickety old fishing boats to the biggest town in the Canadian province of Newfoundland. Houses on hills, ships, tall banks and hotels. At 250,000 people, this town boomed when oil boomed, and has since dried up … Continue reading Newfoundland, Canada
PEAT FIRE ON A WOODEN BOAT * WALKING, AN IRISH PASTIME * CABIN FEVER, TIME TO DRY OUT * Continued from - "Cruising Cork and Kerry" All is quiet and dark in the cabin, the others are in bed. Wet clothes hang with high hopes of drying. Spare drops of rain thud on the hatch, … Continue reading Ireland is for Walkers
* A DIRTY BIRTHDAY KISS * DRYING OUT AND NAKED PROBLEM SOLVING * SMALL BOAT REFLECTIONS * Continued from - "Ireland!...Now What?" “Cruising Cork and Kerry.” The title of our portage book. Reading in my head with an Irish accent, I thought it was some whimsical slogan, but learned that it’s just the names of … Continue reading Cruising Cork and Kerry
Uncertainty upon arrival.
Continued from - "Tiger the Storm Magnet" Inside it is cozy but jarring. Wet clothes drip onto wet floorboards. Pant legs and jacket arms reach out into space and fall limp after each roll, as if trying to grab onto something stable. Peter and Dana are tucked in their bunks, probably not asleep. I just … Continue reading Foul Weather Finally
Continued from - "Longitude 39 Boom Repair" The forecast as of July 27 (the day the boom broke), read: a "complex low" forming in the Chesapeake bay region, predicted to come cruising across the North Atlantic, intercepting our coordinates in about five days time. "A complex low? What the hell does that mean," we all … Continue reading Tiger the Storm Magnet
Continued from - "Newfoundland, Canada" The next morning dawned clear and crisp, blue skies extending from hills to horizon, the first we'd seen in weeks. The fresh 30 knot breeze from the days before had simmered to a gentle, but steady, westerly. As we spoke of ice bergs and visibility, I realized that we would … Continue reading Finally the Whales! And I threw up…
Continued from - "Shakedown Cruise - Verplanck to Provincetown" A rushed account of our trip from Provincetown, Connecticut to St. John's, Newfoundland. Tomorrow morning we will leave early for Ireland, for real this time, and I will set this post for a week or so from tonight, so while you're reading we will be hopefully … Continue reading Through the Fog – Provincetown to Newfoundland (Shakedown Cruise #2)
Continued from - "Why Hello Again Tiger" "Sometimes it's just time to go!" said Rob Lewis, after watching for months as Dad ran between the truck and the dock, the dock and the barge, the barge and the boat. An unexpected deck replacement two months before the departure date, the mast out, a haul out, … Continue reading Shakedown Cruise: Verplanck to Provincetown
The shop they built has a roof that swoops down around a strip of plastic skylight and then shoots forward like a pouty lip. The outside is painted black, surprisingly elegant, rustic and profound like classic chalkboards. The New York spring greenery lends life to the dark walls, proving that black is inherently neutral, enhancing … Continue reading A Woodshop in the Woods
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