Coaxing the limp sheets like the reins of an obedient carriage horse, we’re on our way.

Sailing Out

7/11/2017 - Sailing Out. The typical summer winds on the coast of Maine are perfect for sailing out. At dawn - often, there is no wind. Our first zephyr stirs around 8:30 am., and exits soon after. We raise sails, raise anchor, and barely drift. There’s no hurry (and no worry). Soon,… SEE MORE
The lighthouse on Tucker's Island, both lost to sea by 1946

Little Egg Inlet Problem Revisited

6/25/2017 - On June 3, 2015 I wrote a serious article about the problems of Little Egg Inlet. (Find that article here: http://nj.usharbors.com/image-gallery/little-egg-inlet-too-cool-its-own-...) It was shallow after Superstorm Sandy, and boats were unable to get through. Two years later, the problem has only gotten worse. If fact, the waters are so treacherous… SEE MORE
Rowing into an unforgettable sunset, on the Eggemoggin Reach.

Rowing a small Boat.

3/12/2017 - Dozing below deck at dawn, I enjoyed the peaceful sound of a passing rower on the calm water, outside our hull. “Dip-squeak, swoosh,…. dip-squeak, swoosh,…. dip-squeak, swoosh….” With long pauses between the melodic sets, the pace was leisurely. For the person in the small boat, I could tell the rowing… SEE MORE
Anchored overnight in Eden, on Isle Au Haut.

Finding Eden on Isle Au Haut

2/10/2017 - The popular anchorages on the coast of Maine are well known and marked in sailor’s guidebooks and websites today. While hiking the high island of Isle Au Haut, atop a granite crest on the Western Head, we spied a lovely unnamed cove below. Returning to our boat in nearby Duck… SEE MORE
If not for the soft hoarse clucks of a few nearby Eider ducks, there would be complete silence on Buckle Harbor.

5:45 AM: Escape to Buckle Island.

12/5/2016 - If not for the soft hoarse clucks of a few nearby Eider ducks, there would be complete silence on Buckle Harbor. The elements of Buckle Island are shells, tree bark and wood, conifer needles and cones, moss, etc. Trail description: Mossy gates, crusty lichen, delightful dead ends. A faint human… SEE MORE

The Cape Cod Cranberry

10/7/2016 - Nearly every day, Dodger (my loyal canine friend) and I walk the cranberry bogs of Bourne. I tend to watch the steady changing of the seasons and Dodger hunts frogs. Dodger is not a skilled hunter, however, and it's been a solid four years of hunting with out a single… SEE MORE