Captain's Log

Near dawn we saw something few humans will ever see, and many wouldn’t give a hoot. 

It was inspiring to me, being alone so close to the Equator and with land more than 1,000 miles from us in any direction. The sun was about to rise, a ginormous red ball creeping into the sky due east while the moon was setting due west. Polaris (the North Star) was still visible looking north and to our south, barely touching the horizon was the Southern Cross, a bright but small constellation never seen above 20 degrees north. Both are major navigation aids, our friends, and seeing them at the same time was for me awesome. I thought about the ancient Christian belief that the dasappearance of the constellation was linked to the crucifixion of Christ. I couldn't recall ever hearing of a constellation disappearing but I took a moment to thank God for allowing me this moment. 

Stead there Skip.My mind had wandered. I was sleepy and  overworked. Looking up at the giant spinnaker I tried to shift my thoughts from wonders of the universe to the reality that five days and nights with a spinnaker flying takes meaningful effort and concentration.

Tony appeared in the companionway, a warm cuppa joe in his extended hand. My stars had gone to bed. The sun cast a glow across the sea.

There will be other nights.


November 7, 2017

May 1st. 1745 hours. Tony is at the foredeck windless. “Let er rip Pops!” I put my finger to the remote and our CQR anchor slips into Traitors Bay, headed for the bottom 20 feet below.

Wow - we are now anchored at Nuka Hiva Island in the…

October 11, 2017

We were anchored in a huge bay called Cape Bowling Green off the East Coast of Australia. “Looks like a great place for fishing,” Denise said, turning to he pole with excitement.

“Not such a great spot for a storm protection” I thought…

September 25, 2017

There were several times we had face to face meetings with sea snakes. I’ll post the next one shortly. Here’s the first one, actually a freshwater lake experience.

The Marquesas heat was unbearable, stifling days with no wind….tooo many…

August 23, 2017

To get things rolling—a little history. The elegant vessel shown here is my Granddads 130 foot schooner Endymion. The photos were taken in the mid Atlantic with an early box camera during the 1905 Transatlantic race for the Kaisers Cup (Germany…

August 23, 2017

"Volcanic disturbances could occur at any moment.” I read the caution aloud to my crew. Though a yacht is not a democracy, I followed with a question; “What say you guys? Are you up for going where we are told we should not go?”


August 23, 2017

What saved us was Denise vehemently stating “You take my dog-you take me too.” The thing is, they could have. It’s all in timing, perspective and luck.

Pay attention to diet and environment. Have ample supplies of your pets preferred…

August 23, 2017

Among my memorabilia are these pictures with this post. Try to imagine what it must have been like to handle the rough lines or huge amounts of canvas in that era with only might and men- no conveniences. On the picture…