Shortly after arriving in Barkley Sound, I took my usual long hard look at the weather and began to notice a string of intense lows…
Spring arrives in Barkley Sound
The days following our arrival in the Sound had been quite the opposite. It seemed as though a hose was being aimed directly at the Pacific…
You did what? Sailing to Barkley Sound in March
Before we reached the long ocean swell of the Pacific I could feel what was coming. The wind was going to build, the waves were going…
At home among friends in British Columbia
After a quick jaunt through the dense, electric-green forest on Portland Island, we came to a grassy clearing that sloped quickly down to the sea. I laid my…
Thriving on the unknowns
“I tell people that you guys are annoyingly content.” Our friend Chris said with a chuckle while sitting at Yahtzee’s nav desk. “It’s a good…
TVs? Enclosures? Rain? and other recent FAQs
Due to the unconventional lifestyle that we lead while cruising aboard Yahtzee, we tend to field a lot of questions from sailors and non-sailors, friends, family members, strangers…
That good old San Juan Islands cure
Jill was at the helm when we coaxed Yahtzee off the dock in Anacortes against a stiff cross-breeze, and while closing the gate and stowing fenders…
A couple of cruising realities rear their ugly heads
The vast majority of the time, living our nomadic life under sail is highly entertaining, rewarding, stimulating and challenging. It’s an amazing way to raise our children…
Bouncing round the Central Sound
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…