A boat’s small spaces and singular scents are alluring and memorable. Issue 142: Jan/Feb 2022 I must have been a stowaway rat in a former life. Why else would I have a nose for the dim, fragrant (usua...
Being designated deck boy on the family sailboat was sometimes scary, always exciting. Issue 144: May/June 2022 Dirty, difficult, dangerous. Those were the kinds of jobs assigned to me as our family’s...
After a brisk autumn catboat sail, a catnap invokes memories. Issue 146: Sept/Oct 2022 The sail luffs as I round up into the wind, our mooring ball dead ahead. I stretch over the foredeck for the line...
A drifter evokes pioneering explorers and the eternal quest for meaning. Issue 148: Jan/Feb 2023 We hoist the drifter instead of the genoa, hoping the diaphanous sail will conjure a breeze. I pad forw...
A mariner grapples with an unfamiliar reluctance — and finds the cure Issue 152: Sept/Oct 2023 The grayer I get, the more of a serenity-seeking sailor I become. Or is “serenity-seeking” another way of...
Memories of food and boats swirl together, powerfully evoking time and place Issue 153: Nov/Dec 2023 Eating while afloat ranks among my greatest pleasures, with the old saw about salt air quickening t...
When it comes to sailboats, bigger isn’t always better. Issue 155: March/April 2024 “Buy a bigger boat.” That’s the refrain we’ve often heard from friends and family. The reason: Finn, our Barnstable ...
After a long hiatus, the first sail is more than sweet. Issue 138: May/June 2021 Six a.m. I tiptoe out of the quiet house, pausing only when I reach the water’s edge. Buzzards Bay broadens like the ba...
Even a small boat can teach big lessons when it comes to abrupt, discontinuous change. Issue 135: Nov/Dec 2020 Ellen and I have owned our 12-foot catboat, Finn, for 16 years. We love how the working c...
Close your eyes and climb aboard your little sailboat. Hoist the sail and drop off the mooring and slip across the deepening waters, mainsheet and tiller in hand. Feel the worn cedar planks and sand g...
Life and the sailing season don’t always align Issue 128: Sept/Oct 2019 My wife sits down on the seawall above the beach. I tell her that I won’t be long. She laughs and waves me away. “Take your time...
Where wind and tide play tag beyond Seal Rocks Issue 126: May/June 2019 The sail hangs limp. The tiller swings free. I let the mainsheet slither out of my fingers to the deck. My wife, Ellen, yawns an...
I stood in the cockpit of our boat, my trunks dripping wet from the swim out. Usually being aboard releases a spurt of euphoria within me. If I’m on the boat, most likely I’ll soon be sailing. Instead...
I drag the dinghy down the dune to the beach. The water lies so calm only an occasional ripple slurps ashore. I set my knapsack on the bow seat and shove off, the scrape of the hull on the sand giving...