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I had plans yesterday. I should know better. You should never make plans on a boat. I thought my plans were innocent enough, but Neptune disagreed.
My plans involved a short but silly celebration for when we crossed the equator, which we were scheduled to do around 5:30 in the…
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As Andrew (Halcyon’s third crew member for the Pacific crossing) was rinsing dishes in the bin of water that sits in the starboard half of the galley sink, he asked me, with only a hint of bemusement, “how many times can we reuse fresh water before it just becomes…
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Almost every boat in the Pacific Ocean that wants to go to the Atlantic Ocean, and every boat in the Atlantic Ocean that wants to be in the Pacific, passes through these waters. Of course, there are other routes, if you like breaking through ice or battling the roaring…
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I’m lying in bed, but I’m not falling asleep. I know I should; it’s the last full uninterrupted night of sleep I’m going to get for a good long time. But my brain is buzzing.
Do we have plenty of water? Did I forget to download anything important? Did I…
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You haven’t heard from me in a while, and I’m sorry for that. I’m not mad at you, I promise. It’s just that it took me a while to decompress after turning back from the northwest passage. And my writing time recently has been devoted to several articles that…
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Have you ever heard of Heart Interface? They were the first ones to build a reliable inverter for off-grid and marine applications back in the 70’s. Did you know that that alternative energy brand was built by a long-haired barefoot man on a secluded beach in Costa Rica? I…
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Last February, our good friend, Cat, from Seattle came to visit us in Mexico. Within hours of her joining us on Halcyon, she had served me a beer out of the fridge and was busy scrubbing the bottom of our upturned dinghy on the deck, bouncing along to music…
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I woke up naturally around 7 but laid in bed for a while listening to the birds chirping and the howler monkeys howling before I climbed over a semi-conscious John and out of bed. I seem to fall into a morning ritual when we are at anchor of climbing…
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Some of you were following along on social media as we duked it out with our recent boat guest. Here is the whole story, as printed in 48 North last month.
Chepe recently moved in with us. We did not invite Chepe to move in; we were not looking for…
John is the photographer. He portrays the layers of history, emotion, spirit and culture in each moment through his application of light, perspective, and detail. He also takes pictures.
Becca is the writer. She tells vivid stories of authentic moments, highlighting the beautiful, dangerous, dramatic and hilarious with grammatically correct sentences and her tongue held firmly by her cheek.
