It’s fall. Already. Each time we leave the dock, we know this may be the last cruise of the season....
The late afternoon crossing of the Juan de Fuca Strait promised to be a cold, lumpy affair. Seas pushed by...
In the Port of Friday Harbor Marina, handrails and masts sport glowing, festive colours. Soon, in the darkest days of...
When my husband and I both worked in Seattle, we lived aboard the Comtesse Deuxième, our old wood 55-foot Chris...
One of the great joys of late summer is the abundance of juicy, ripe tomatoes. From old favourites such as...
I KNEW IT WAS A MISTAKE the moment I stuck my arm out to fend off the boat. The wind was...






