Blow, wind, blow. Blow and moan. (Read More…)

The wind is moving through the cold boatyard this afternoon, but not with the gusto of yesterday. The place is empty of most life. (Read More…)

The leaders of the Vendee Globe solo, non-stop sailboat race around the world, which began at Les Sables d’Olonne, France, Nov. 9, are southeast of New Zealand now, about halfway around the globe. I try to check in at the race Web site (http://www.vendeeglobe.org) once a day to see what is happening. (Read More…)

Beyond the gravel and buildings and winter-parked boats of the yard, beyond the sign that warns arriving motorists of wandering dogs, out through the one entrance to this place of all boats, all the time, lies the town. It is good, from time to time, to amble the handful of streets and reacquaint yourself with that other place. (Read More…)

There are 31 numbered slips on the dock where Robin is tied — maybe 33 if you include those normally used by the riggers but not regularly assigned. Today, there are only a dozen  boats left, and this morning you could tell that at least four of them were spending the winter in the water. (Read More…)

Monica prepares the meals that I eat aboard Robin. Well in advance, she cooks a pot of chili or hot Italian sausages, peppers and onions. These are the dishes for this week. (Read More…)

Having a broken arm gives one a whole new perspective on the term single-handing. And some unexpected insights. (Read More…)

Sorry to have been gone so long. I took a little excursion. It had nothing to do with boats or blogs. It was dogs. Dogs and snow. (Read More…)