The woman at the small island grocer gave me a funny look when I purchased all the limes she had. I told her they were to prevent scurvy, I don’t think she realized I was being serious.
“Men who ache allover for tidiness and compactness in their lives often find relief for their pain in the cabin of a thirty-foot sailboat at anchor in a sheltered cove. Here the sprawling panoply of The Home is compressed in orderly miniature and liquid delirium, suspended between the bottom of the sea and the top of the sky, ready to move on in the morning by the miracle of canvas and the witchcraft of rope.”
E.B. White, The Sea and the Wind that Blows
via jacecooke
I spent a large portion of the last two weeks sideways, sailing the Maine coast with my brother (and picking up some cousins for a day trip).
Photos: Tom Case
The woman at the small island grocer gave me a funny look when I purchased all the limes she had. I told her they were to prevent scurvy, I don’t think she realized I was being serious.
Sailing adventures with David, Rachel, and Jane!
photos by david and his M9
GPOYW: a few days ago.
Trying to re-acclimate to New York City—not sure if it’s taking.
Sailing season on the Maine coast is coming to a close—pulling Ramblin’ Rose out of the water next week.
photo credit: jace cooke
Fog gives you an extra sense in your vision.
MarineTraffic.com - this is super cool.
David and Rachel came up for the past four or so days for some sailing on the Penobscot Bay aboard Ramblin’ Rose. That thick fog bank you see on the horizon is what we got—lots of mixed weather and lots of fog from the hot air from the south hitting the cold water of Maine. Luckily, David turned out to be an ace with the GPS and navigation. So much so that adventure begets adventure. I sense a rally in the future…
Hiding from the wind in Castine
