“Stop moving around!” I shout. I am suspended in a bosun’s chair, as high as the main halyard can hoist...
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There is a special sort of bad luck that I’ve come to notice during my relatively short time sailing. Perhaps...
Sometimes the most enjoyable gunkholes are the unplanned ones. Arlene and I carefully guided Easy Goin’ through the labyrinth of...
In this age of electronic depth sounders, you may think you need a leadline as much as you need a...
My heart beats fast and my hands cling desperately to the rope ladder, as the gentle rolling of the ship...
The story of the 55th Shaw Island Classic sailboat race hosted by the San Juan Island Yacht Club begins with...
