My thanks to all ye faithful who check my blog regularly, I owe you an update at least, if not a full, proper short story. So much has happened, and I'm having major trouble keeping up. Here's a brief synopsis, however, with specific stories following in the next posts. I have indeed been writing in...

The sailcover was off, headsail hanked onto the forestay, safety jacklines in place and the motor purring as Mark slipped the last line from the mooring. One of the best things about staying in a place long as I had is all the great people you meet. I was fortunate to have met Mark, a 26 year-old...

It was 11pm on a cold, dark Morro Bay night and I was bundled in my bed reading when a knock came at the side of the boat. “Come aboard,” I said, and moments later the boat lurched as Eric the Red hauled his 230 pound frame over the gunnels and onto the deck. As he came down the steps, I saw he...

I've been here nearly a month now, and Cadence is growing a beard of seagrass on her waterline. There's something magnetic about these sleepy little towns on the coast that sucks you in day by day and every time you think you're ready to leave, something or someone happens and gives you a reason to...

I hung out in the anchorage at San Simeon for a week before the forecast turned sour – a predicted 11-18 foot seas off the coast a few days out, and I knew it was time to go before the anchorage became a washing machine. The morning wind hadn't yet materialized when I raised anchor at 10am so I...

It was one of those classic days from everyone's childhood memories, warm and sunny, baby blue sky with a scattering of cotton balls as far as the eye could see. Except also with a dash of wind, to make it a true sailor's delight of a day. The forecast had said it would be too light, but it was...