The Poetry of a Sailor…or a Plumber

The Poetry of a Sailor…or a Plumber

The house projects these last few weeks have been oddly similar to life on a boat. My friend from amarcoplumbing.com said there was the leaky plumbing in cramped spaces, the stench of varnish, and going a month without a kitchen faucet while waiting for the right hose...

If This Tent’s a Rockin’…

Christmas came a little late this year.  A snowy January morning last week, we awoke to a package upon our doorstep, and in that package was a sextant.  Now don’t get your hopes up, you non-navigators, a sextant has nothing to do with back country lodging nor the...

Storm of the Century…

Well, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but 2 feet of snow in 48 hours strengthens our resolve to head south that much more.  Mexico, here we come!
Confessions

Confessions

This post must start with a confession. A confession about myself and an accusation about my lovely fiancé. We both suffer from severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. At least when it comes to boats, that is. In our incessant, all consuming hunt for the perfect boat,...