An ongoing theme of this trip has been the quest to meet other “kid boats”. For the first few months we met so few kids that I thought we’d have to rename the blog. Raising Sociopaths in Exotic Locations has a nice ring to it. Other boat parents we’ve met along the way commiserate, providing social interactions for sailing kids is a challenge which requires extraordinary measures. You stalk families online, you make cold calls, you change your plans if…
Our overnight passage out of La Cruz started out idyllic. I had taken the first night shift from 9pm to midnight. We were sailing along at 5 knots in a warm breeze under a starry sky. At night we turn off our larger ships VHF so that it doesn’t wake up the crew sleeping below. We monitor a smaller handheld VHF in the cockpit. Around 11pm this smaller handset buzzed with the static of a fuzzy conversation, too far away…
On the weekend of February 8, 2020, we travelled to Vancouver to attend the annual boat show. I was feeling pretty excited, we were in the final planning stages of the big sailing trip. I’d be quitting my job soon and in the summer we’d push off indefinitely. We were barely a month into the twenties and the potential was boundless. We purchased a life raft, visited friends, and took the kids to see a basketball game at UBC. At…
I saw three ships come sailing inOn Christmas Day, on Christmas DayI saw three ships come sailing inOn Christmas Day in the morning What a great intro verse! Sailing, ships and Christmas. All it needs now is a swashbuckling Santa Claus firing cannon loads of presents into a seaside orphanage. If you’re intrigued by the idea of a three ship Christmas, you’ve come to the right blog post! On Dec 22 we departed from Mazatlan for an overnight passage, along…
Around age six the kids started asking life’s big questions. “Why don’t my own farts smell bad?”, was one such conversation. We didn’t have the scientific answer, but discussed it a little. After some thought, six-year-old West concluded: “Well, it’s a good thing I do most of the farting around here.” This seems somehow relevant six years later, when the four of us now live in approximately 250 square feet, and spend almost every waking moment together. Sharing tight quarters…
If you’ve ever felt remotely significant in life, spending a night alone at sea is the cure. There you are, a vulnerable speck on the enormity of the trackless ocean. Then you look up to consider the unfathomable vastness of the Milky Way, which itself is a speck in the sea of the Universe. Or is the Universe just a simulation? If so, we were about to simulate our longest passage yet! Three nights at sea and 350 nautical miles…
“The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.” -Ancient Internet Proverb We’ve all been learning Spanish for the past several months, and making good progress, but I really wish we had started sooner. As new Spanish students we’ve had to grapple with some shocking truths. Did you know that sombrero means ‘hat’? Or that salsa means ‘sauce’? All this time I’ve been wearing sombreros without realizing it and pouring salsa onto…
Have I ever told you about the time I played with the popular punk band Blink-182? Of course I have! I bring it up shamelessly, I hardly need prompting. You probably asked me to pass the salt, or maybe mentioned the weather, and I responded with, “Salt and/or weather, reminds me of the time I played with Blink-182…” If somehow you’ve never heard of this event (presumably because we’ve never met), maybe you have some questions. You might be wondering:…
You know that feeling that you get when you and your lover are prancing towards each other across a sun-kissed meadow, only to discover that you’re both running on treadmills? We experience this sensation in our dinghy sometimes when wind and current develop against us. We can see our destination, and we’d really like to get there… but our tiny electric trolling motor isn’t up to the task. Sometimes our destination is another boat, with a friend waiting patiently on…
Flashback: Wednesday, February 8, 1989, 7:59pm. My 11 year old self is getting mentally prepared. All the lights in the family room are at full brightness: check. Parents are just upstairs: check. I glance to the window, it’s pretty dark out there. Not ideal, but there’s nothing I can do about that. Do I really want to go through with this? Yes. My friends at school will be talking about this tomorrow. I’m committed. I flick on the TV and…