We gang agley more aft than usual

I’m going to spare you. I have been writing the gory details of our trips made moving to North Carolina, and had put together three thousand words so far and I was only through our first breakdown.

Jeane loses her marbles

I’m skipping way ahead–the last two months will be a mystery until I get more free time to edit and write–but wanted to let you know about what fun we had on New Year’s Eve.

Nights Under Sail

Jeane and I were honestly not expecting to spend our very first night on Gypsy under sail. But that’s how it worked out. The story may not be what you expect, either…

Coffee in a Teapot

I used to really, really hate coffee. It started when I was in high school,

Absence makes the heart… tense!

It’s been a long time since I have been able to write—and it hasn’t been due to lack of ambition, certainly; I’ve had a lot I wanted to say.

Why sail?

I do get asked this question from time to time. Sometimes, the question comes from within me…

Is nothing sacred?

I don’t want to discuss politics; I have a firm opinion about our upcoming elections but I’m inclined to keep it to myself for now. However, I saw a bumper sticker yesterday that really bothered me,

eBay Treasures

I love eBay. Well, now, it’s actually a love-hate relationship; I hate their fees when I’m selling something, and I hate the idea that they’re making a bloody fortune

A tender name for a dinghy

I’ve got to remember that you’re probably reading these posts most-recent-first, which is like reading a book backwards.  And I’ve got to remember that I’m not writing a book–well, not about cruising, anyway, no matter what Robert Burns suggests in his comment.

What’s in a name, anyway?

Gypsy, by any other name, would smell like the same sailboat.  So why the name “Gypsy”?