Imprinted on the Sea

Eighty-three years ago, aboard one of the storied schooners of the age, a father was performing chores on the topmast rigging, up where the seabirds fly. Suddenly he discovered he was not alone there, with 60 feet of air between his feet and the hard.

It was a heart-stopping moment.


Love Letter to Sailing, Again

It’s such a common phrase that we take it for granted. The romance of the sea. Even those who dwell far from the sea are not immune to it. Red sails in the sunset. The very notion of sailing away to paradise. Those who heed the call, those who love the sea and sailing, will not find it strange that a sailor would choose to send a Valentine to the sport.


Pearl of the Pacific

Somewhere in the vast Oceana . . .



Dorade rounding the Fastnet in 2015


A Tender Spot

So it’s 2,225 miles from the Coast Guard buoy tender to Diamond Head


Busting Forty

I saw only one helmet aboard the trimaran, Lending Club —


“Is It Always Windier On My Watch?”

Being thoughts about a book, Convergence, by Sally-Christine Rodgers, on cruising the Pacific in relative luxury and stress and discovery


How High Do You Fly ?

Will Sébastien Josse and Gitana Team have the first foiling offshore trimaran?


Rightsiding the Wrongsided

They called oopsies . . .


A Couple Feet Higher, Considerably Faster Than

The G4 Gunboat — the first full-galley foiling cat — was already a talking point in St. Barth before it beat its tender over from St. Maarten on Friday afternoon, and before a traveling cruiser dropped anchor too close on Saturday morning, dragged across the G4’s anchor rode, scooped it, rode up on it, wound up bow-to between the hulls, with the rode wrapped around the cruiser’s prop and


Backside of the Red Moon

Somewhere, out there in the woods, is the America’s Cup.
And then there’s the running of the bulls . . .

Suns New Jerseys