There is this phenomenon in sailing that happens on just about your third day of an ocean crossing. The evening of day two you will usually be sitting, looking back at where land used to be, wondering just what the…
Wrong Bay Bob. That is what they are calling me (I get no respect!) after a “little mishap” on the New Zealand Share the Sail, the story of which is in this issue. Yes folks, I did it. I screwed…
I really didn’t know what to think. After we entered the harbor at Fatu Hiva in the Marqueses, we pulled in as close as we could to shore and set our hook in about 30 feet of crystal clear water. …
Jody and I decided to anchor in a very small and tucked away bay on the Island of Tahaa in the Society Islands of French Polynesia. For the previous couple months we’d had visitors who’d flown in to sail with…
