Raising the next generation of boater
Most vacations begin with a few clicks of a mouse. Find a flight, hotel, punch in your credit card number, agonize over the tough choices, like choosing between a couple’s massage or a tee time, pack an extra pair of pants and a bathing suit, maybe a shirt with some flowers on it and you’re on your way! The details will work themselves out as the excitement for your trip begins to boil.
Preparing for a weeklong vacation aboard the Karen Marie was not as simple.
Gonna put the the world away for a minute Pretend I don’t live in it Sunshine gonna wash my blues away —Zac Brown I would like to take a few minutes to talk about nomophobia – an epidemic that studies show affect 2 out of 3 Americans. Nomophobia is the fear of being without yourContinue reading “Unplugged and Recharging”
This past weekend, I took a slight hiatus from working on the boat to attend the local Leukemia Cup Regatta, a race that drew sailboats from all over the state for fun sailing and fundraising. Towering 12-meter yachts with professional crews swapped wakes with family-run daysailers, all paying a registration fee that went towards blood-cancerContinue reading “In Pictures: 20th-Annual Leukemia Cup Regatta”
The smell of varnish wafted through the crisp-spring air as my brush glided back and forth on the boom. The boat wasn’t scheduled to launch for another two days, so this 5th coat of varnish was being tended to at a leisurely pace. As I worked, my mind wandered to the tasks of the day,Continue reading “3 Lessons About Boating From a Puppy”
My tiptoes screaming uncle, my arm stretched as high as it would possibly go but still I was forced to watch helplessly as my halyard (the line that lifts and lowers the sails) passed beyond my reach climbing up and over the pulley at the top of my mast. In a rush to clean upContinue reading “Over the Top”
Cold, cramped and bored out of my mind, those are the feelings that return to me when I think back to my old man’s first lesson on how to change the oil of the family’s 33-foot Egg Harbor. It was early on a weekend morning (It was probably 8 o’clock but on a Saturday whenContinue reading “A Father’s Day Shout Out”
Warm and sunny with a gentle yet salty breeze blowing off the bay, it was a perfect weekend by New England standards. Sailors took to the water like a swarm of locusts. While Schooners and Lasers were out swapping wakes, I was impatiently prepping my mast hardware for installation. While I was physically in aContinue reading “Mistakes made and lessons learned”
Before my mast broke apart before my very eyes, I had a plan in mind as to how the day would go. After an afternoon of sailing, my girlfriend and I would run to shore, pick up a few last minute items then spend our first night aboard. We’d watch the sunset sink over theContinue reading “Ruined Plans”
After finalizing much of the logistics necessary to purchase my boat it was finally time to bring her from Warren R.I. down to her new home at Clark’s Boat Yard in Jamestown, R.I. It was early on a still Saturday morning; my girlfriend, Karen and I met up with the boat’s original owner, who hadContinue reading “Mast Head-ache”
Boy and a Boat 