We anchored Spartina in 15’ of water near a narrow beach just west of Lynyard Cay. I snorkeled over the anchor to make sure we had a good set. After that, Grace (the dog), Julia, and I dinghied over for a walk-about. The roughly 100-yard long carbonate sand beach was...
The mailboat idled by Spartina at 5 a.m. as we sat moored in Settlement Harbour, Great Guana Cay, Abaco. Deck lights illuminated two Bahamians securing gear as it exited the harbor. Left behind on government docks was a mountain of dry goods, hardware, and the mail....
We left Nassau the first week of July 1996 aboard Sailing Vessel Royal Affair, bound for New York City. I’d never been to New York and was excited about the visit. The 90-foot charter sailing yacht was one of two owned by my employer — we’ll call him Homer. I took...
John awoke abruptly to the sound of fiberglass splintering against granite as his boat pounded across the rock groin. Soon he and his 32-foot sailboat washed ashore. A friend messaged, wondering if my boat had washed up on the beach. Standing in Spartina’s main salon,...
My Folly Comfort Zone It’s a crazy world out there, sometimes you just need to get to your happy place Mostly, I hated the total absence of sunlight. I also didn’t care for the separation from home. Time under the water aboard a submarine was little more than a...
