First, there was snow. A half-inch fell, dusting every horizontal surface, thin layers of white turning the landscape into an etching. (Read More…)

There may be no more interesting waterfront in the United States than the one in Savannah, Ga., We haven’t seen them all, but it would be difficult to imagine that in any, you can get such an up-close view of things on the water. (Read More…)

The other night, I walked our friend (and dog) Thelma down to the Delaware River to see what was going on. I like to check the river, which is tidal a block-and-a-half from our driveway, each day that I am home. (Read More…)

There was an unusual sight on the route of my return to Robin from a visit aboard Richard Griffiths’ boat, Rosalind. It was a work of art, crafted by nature in collaboration with man. (Read More…)

I have really been playing fast and loose with winter for the last four years. Robin’s belly has been dry only twice in that period, with warm spring haul-outs. (Read More…)

Again, the wind blows — blows, whistles and knocks you around when you step out of the lee of a building. It’s a beautiful day on the Chesapeake, but it’s rough and getting cold. (Read More…)

I just returned to Robin from my morning run, and I am in the company of my perspiration-damp laundry, hanging to dry from the chrome-plated grab rails that run through the saloon below the headliner. (Read More…)

I was halfway to Robin’s slip this morning, pulling all my stuff in a cart, when Steve Larrimore, the rigger, warned me. He and Jason Wright were working on a boat in the first slip, preparing to remove its mast. That wasn’t the problem. (Read More…)

I just learned that Richard and I are not alone in the marina. There is another soul living aboard. (Read More…)

Man, it’s cold on the boat today. I didn’t arrive from home until 9 a.m., and at noon, after the electric heater has been working for three hours, I still feel like I’m working in a walk-in freezer. (Read More…)