Together Again
Bret, Mark, and the Ocean. Together again. The Liahona days of lobster diving. circa 1979 More Baja, this time with Craig, Ken, Mark, and Bret. circa 1985
Opening Chapters
The Neighbors Are Out Playing
Our neighbors out playing in their backyard. We’re not sure which was more exciting, spending an afternoon watching and mama and her calf playing just off our bow or watching Bret volunteer as tribute to catch the incoming drone—on multiple occasions. We’re happy to report no fingers were lost and no whales were bothered. But man …
Starting Where We Began
We couldn’t be more excited to finally start our first official sailing season. We’ve been packing and prepping ever since we got back from Greece where we left our boat. Right in the middle of all our final preparations, we got a call from Mark’s friend Bret. It was Bret and his family that …
We’ll Be Back Soon
Goodnight moon. Goodnight masts. Goodnight Greece, we’ve had a blast. Sleep well little boat, we’ll be back soon. Our first official sailing season is coming next spring!
To Med or Not to Med
Here’s a little sailing 101 for ya…scroll through the pictorlal lesson below. This is Med Mooring. You may think the first photo looks like a glamorous vacation shot, I assure you it is not. Out here in the Med, there will come a time when you need to “park” your boat along “the …
My Gorton’s Frozen Fish Hat
We’ve had this silly hat in our bin full of sailing gear for as long as we can remember. We were given one as a joke when we first started telling people we were planning to move on to a sailboat. You know your dreams are big when they inspire your friends to buy you …
A Little Boat Tour
Here’s a little interior boat tour. We’ve got a “Get Me to the Greek” guest room going on over on the starboard side. Thanks to the local bedding shop lady who doesn’t speak a lick of English but made it pretty clear with some very enthusiastic gestures that we should buy some Greek blue and …
Sticker Removal Day
It’s sticker removal day. Feel free to fly over and join us. You’ll need: One scraper, a spray bottle of cleaner, a few rags, five or six cuss words, and a plastic bag to help collect all the scraped off bits to burn as a sacrificial offering to the sea gods. The old name …
Welcome to the Neighborhood
Welcome to the neighborhood. You can easily tell who’s home by seeing who’s got their ladder up. Much easier than the old school way of having to knock.
Look Up
On days I go into town, I pass by this little tiny church nestled in the bend of a small street. You’d hardly notice it’s there as you hurry past, unless you take time to look up. If you’re solely focused on the bustle of your day, you won’t notice the bells that rise above …