June 2015 We most certainly were not veterans, but after four months of sailing and nearly three thousand nautical miles, we had certainly begun to rub the velvet from our cruising antlers. During months four thru eight of our first season, we cruised from the heart of Mexico to the northern fringe of Costa Rica. […]
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April 2015 We untied our dock lines and set out from Marina Puesta del Sol in the early afternoon of April 28th. The day was hot, 92° Fahrenheit to be exact. Four-foot seas rolled long and steady from the west southwest as we exited the estuary. Fourteen knots of westerly breeze filled our sails, and […]
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April 2015 The wide-open spaces alongside the highway began to populate with houses and shops. Buildings painted blue and orange and red began to imbue the countryside with color. Our bus rambled to a stop in a dimly lit, dodgy alley in the 500-year-old city of Granada. Neil, Tim, and I hoisted on our packs […]
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April 2015 For us, a true joy of traveling is the way our life becomes entwined with people we meet along the way. Tim and Emma, a couple of backpacking Brits, were an exceptionally delightful find and the nearest we’ve experienced to picking up hitchhikers on the high seas! I recently shared my account of […]
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April 2015 We were seated at a long, worn table in the courtyard of a building 10 minutes from the center of Leon. Serving bowls of breakfast potatoes, eggs, and bread were being passed between hands. Awareness of the finite time we had in Nicaragua motivated us to tackle as much as we could in […]
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April 2015 After a day of tackling a few boat projects and unwinding from our overnight passage, Neil, Tim, and I were bound for another inland adventure! We left The Red Thread tied securely to a dock at Puesta del Sol Marina and caught a 6:30 am chicken bus from a deserted gas station on […]
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April 2015 I uncleated our bowline and heaved it aboard, unthreading it from Puerto Barillas’ mooring, to which The Red Thread had been tethered for 17 days. I looked aft over our dirty boat. Weeks without attention in the midst of the estuary, and she was grubby with a film of dirt speckles along her […]
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March 2015 By the time the clock ticked 7 o’clock on the morning of March 19th, we had already craned our anchor from the sandy bottom of Bahia Huevos. The sky was clear and the waters of the Golfo de Papagayo were glassy. We rarely crave such calm conditions at the outset of a passage, […]
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"The cure for anything is saltwater – sweat, tears, or the sea." –Isak Denesen
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"The cure for anything is saltwater – sweat, tears, or the sea." –Isak Denesen
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Musings and tales from the high seas
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"The cure for anything is saltwater – sweat, tears, or the sea." –Isak Denesen
"The cure for anything is saltwater – sweat, tears, or the sea." –Isak Denesen
The Adventures of SV Cariba and her crew.
"The cure for anything is saltwater – sweat, tears, or the sea." –Isak Denesen
A family of four traveling the PNW aboard our 40-foot sailboat
Sailing adventures and photography
"The cure for anything is saltwater – sweat, tears, or the sea." –Isak Denesen
Sailing around the world, can't open a tin!
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Sail with the Flo - from England back to England - via the rest of the world
"The cure for anything is saltwater – sweat, tears, or the sea." –Isak Denesen
"The cure for anything is saltwater – sweat, tears, or the sea." –Isak Denesen
"The cure for anything is saltwater – sweat, tears, or the sea." –Isak Denesen
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