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The Tipsy Taxi and Other Dinghy Misadventures

It took one season, and not even a whole season, for our first dinghy to die.  The dingy was an afterthought anyway.  It had been folded up and stored away in some random warehouse for an undetermined amount of time.  It’s sedentary lifestyle did not deter us, in fact we were looking forward to breathing […]

Ren’s Bird Obsession…Sometimes Pays Off

If you don’t jump, you’ll get “the look”.  The, “I seriously doubt your connection to the natural world” look. A few years before Ani was born in a time we now refer to as W.W.H.T.A. (When We Had Time Alone), Ren and I embarked on our first trip through the Caribbean.  When we hit the […]

Mom’s Fear of the Ocean

I’ve come to realize that the fear of the unknown is better than what you already know can kill you. Sometimes my Mom finds it necessary to remind me that we’re in the middle of nowhere.  This sentiment is usually expressed after our decision to leave the safe confines of the Intercoastal Waterway (ICWW) for […]

A Look Back Before Looking Forward

Our two year plan: 1.Conquer the world.  If that fails… 2.Dedicate the next two years to freediving and sailing around in Nila Girl. After two years: 1. Figure out if we want to go back to life on land, 8 hour work days, traffic jams, television…. A LOOK BACK BEFORE LOOKING FORWARD 12/6/12 As the […]

Brief Thought On Cuba

“As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.” -Thoreau Cuba, Briefly I cannot motivate myself to write a play by play of our adventure in Cuba.  I do, however, think about the trip often and of the […]

The Worst Part of Sailing

The Worst Part of Sailing Saying goodbye to friends and six months of awesomeness… I am grateful that it is raining as we depart from Fort Lauderdale.  It will be way harder for Ren to notice that my uncontrollable sobbing is punctuated only by brief calls back to reality, a look at the depth sounder, […]

Journal to Jamaica Day 2

A journalized account of our non-stop sail through the Windward Passage from Long Island, Bahamas to Port Antonio, Jamaica. DAY TWO: PRE A.M. (2:00 A.M.) Ren and I just switched watches.  After a four hour fit of no sleep I am sitting in the cockpit with Oreo under a waxing full moon, completely exhausted but […]

Journal to Jamaica Day 4

A journalized account of our non-stop sail through the Windward Passage from Long Island, Bahamas to Port Antonio, Jamaica. DAY FOUR: A.M. There was a nice surprise waiting for me this morning at shift switch, and no, it was not a severed head.  We were scheduled to do three hour shifts.  Mine ran from 9:00pm […]

Journel to Jamaica Day 1

DAY ONE: A.M. I woke up to the gentle rub of a familiar and rough hand on my back. “Come on Ash, time to get out of here,” as Ren tried to coax me out of bed.  I whined, and whined and whined, until he had to ask me again.  Not so gently the second […]

Journal to Jamaica Day 3

A journalized account of our non-stop sail through the Windward Passage from Long Island, Bahamas to Port Antonio, Jamaica. DAY THREE: A.M. My A.M. shift ends at 7:00.  I have been at the wheel since around 2:30am and have done my fair share of hand steering.  Usually we just set Duane the Wind Vane and […]

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