I’ve never quite understood the appeal of competitive freediving, in much the same way that I don’t get why people choose to run marathons through a desert in the middle of summer. My friend George Stoyle once told me about his fleeting obssession with freediving quarries in England and and for a moment I was three years old again, standing open-mouthed and asking ‘Why?, Why?, Why?’ while he described diving into pitch black, freezing cold water where you only know you’ve hit bottom when your hand sinks into icy black muck, you come up with a nosebleed as often as not, and every now and then people die.…Read More
A big reason for writing this blog was to document work on my own boat. Here are links to all the posts about DIY repair and building things. Keep in mind that the way I did a repair is not necessarily the ‘right’ way to do it! This was especially true early on in the process.
FIBERGLASS AND EPOXY:
Building A Cockpit Sole:
Repairing Rotten Deck Core:Read More
|Bob Steneck and George Stoyle doing coral and fish surveys in Antigua|
|Alaria at anchor near Greens Island, Antigua|
|Photo Credit: The Royal Gazette / Glen Tucker|
It’s not just cute cruising families and well-intentioned retirees out there, folks. Charlie has written a few fascinating posts on crime at sea. Here’s my contribution. I wrote a few days ago about our experience clearing customs in Bermuda and the story we were told about a cruiser who was discovered with an undeclared gun and $48 million dollars worth of cocaine on his boat. Sailfeed reader Steve Burrows then pointed me to some newspaper articles on the trial. They make for fascinating reading.
The circumstances were these. In July of 2011 Latvian single-hander Janis Zegelis limped into Bermuda on his 38′ sloop after encountering heavy weather and breaking his mast.…Read More
|They are watching you|
A few days back, we cleared customs in Sint Maarten (Also, known as Saint Martin, but we’re on the Dutch side of this tiny, amiably divided island so I’ll honor their spelling). There was no inspection of the boat so this took just a few forms and a handful of minutes. It was a world of difference from our Bermuda entry. Here we are on our way into St. George’s Harbor, Bermuda:
|That’s a local police boat, making sure we don’t pitch any drugs overboard|
Per protocol we called on the VHF when we were a few hours out of the harbor but at that distance communication was a bit garbled.…Read More
|The Spratly Islands: hotly contested, and far from me|
I’m somewhere in the Atlantic at this point, bobbling contentedly along (if we judged the weather right). While I’m out there, let me shift your attention to an entirely different sea. The body of water south of China, east of Vietnam and and west of the Philippines is known by nearly as many names as there are countries surrounding it. It’s a confusion of nomenclature which reflects a variety of conflicting geopolitical perspectives. To the ‘western’ world this has long been known as the South China Sea and to call it the West Philippine Sea or the East Sea reveals as much about the one naming as the thing being named.…Read More
As mentioned, I’m currently making my way down to the Eastern Carribean on a small boat. The goal of the trip is capital-S Science. I’m little more than a spectator and spry young winch-grinder but Bob Steneck, who owns the boat, is a marine biologist specializing in coral reef conservation. In an attempt to document the trip and provide accessible, comprehensible science to interested laypersons such as myself, he has just started a blog. It’s worth a look if you want to understand more about reef ecosystems and what we might do to save them: Bob Steneck: Antilles 2013
A few notes from my journal:
10/16 N 36°13.89′ W 73°44.29 – Day two of our offshore passage dawns bright, with clearing skies. From Long Island Sound till yesterday we had a single day with sunshine, a week of overcast skies and drizzle. There were a couple good days of sailing in the Chesapeake but they were blustery fall days: chilly, a bit rough. Yesterday was absolutely perfect. We set out from Norfolk, past hulking Navy warships and submarines and as we pushed out the channel the sun broke through the clouds and remained there, at last. By afternoon we were running six knots on a broad reach.…
After spending the summer sailing up the East coast to Maine and generally having a ball of a time, I was expecting to be back in New Orleans in October, keeping my head down and trying to replenish a bank account drained by months of one-way traffic. Instead, I’m in Bermuda, still having a ball of a time. It’s a lucky year.