Porter held an assortment of wrenches in his hands while I tightened a nut on the engine. He watched me finish intently and when we…
The sailing we needed
With the red buoy off Bainbridge Island’s southeastern tip fine on the port bow, Yahtzee healed hard on port tack. A wet, blustery squall had just…
Surviving the winter cruising blues
Motoring south towards Colvos Passage, snowflakes the size of quarters dropped from the sky in a deluge. I could barely see the water in front…