Here’s the full video – a little Jim Jarmusch-y, but you get the idea. Might not be safe for work. Can’t really remember.
Here’s the full video – a little Jim Jarmusch-y, but you get the idea. Might not be safe for work. Can’t really remember.
From our BVI Trip: Playing the Top Gun Anthem while sailing.
More video on the way soon.
I’m staring out at the winglets of our 737 to Chicago, all the dramatic weather that followed our group in the Caribbean now gone away below, replaced with perfect teal sky, erasing the ever-changing, emblematic mixture of winds and wet that made this my most dynamic BVI sailing trip to date: every day an adventure, for better or worse. We had heavy winds punctuated with dead quiet, rainstorms alternating with scorching sunshine, near-hourly wind shifts, but through it all a sturdy boat and an excellent crew. Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve wrestled for years with the concept of delegation. I’ve had clear pictures for the ideas in my head and feel solely responsible for carrying them out. On this trip, it’s become obvious I can no longer expect to live and thrive under the comfortable umbrella of solipsism. The crew on this boat has knit together and done amazing work. Read the rest of this entry »
When I got started in sailing, I spent hours in my small craft wandering the vicinity of the Elliot Bay Marina, filled with masts. There I saw my first cruising catamaran: a paragon of the tropical lifestyle, fat, opulent hulls holding luxurious bunks, grills, ovens, radios and televisions, all held together with two throbbing diesel-fed hearts.
To live, work, sleep, play and eat all on the same vessel overloaded me, stunned me with its potential for happiness. Even intellectually, it was rich, brimming.
I made a pact with myself to pursue a boat just like that with all I had. Read the rest of this entry »
Just a quick note to confirm that we’re here – the whole gang, and setting sail today. Hope to check in from Norman Island, but no promises.