Friday, March 15, 2013


Coconut Grove, Miami

Mother, mother ocean
I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall. --Jimmy Buffett
Tomorrow is our day. We are finally ready to set off, and the weather window has opened. The next time I write it will be from a limestone shelf with the most enchanting turquoise water.

Cara Mia is so ready. We have done her well this year: new standing rigging, batteries and dinghy motor, plus a rebuilt windlass. Her belly is full of good food, and she chomps at the mooring, ready to set sail.

Two years ago, we sat in this very same mooring field, nervously waiting to cross the Gulf Stream for the first time. Two years have brought us bone-deep patience and trust in our instincts, a confidence tempered by nature's wild card. We enter Mother Ocean with joy and anticipation, always hoping she treats us kindly.

And maybe gives us a fish?


  1. So jealous!! Have a great crossing. Fair winds!!

  2. So excited to be able to follow along with you, fair winds and following seas.

  3. "I am a citizen of the most beautiful nation on earth. A nation whose laws are harsh yet simple, a nation that never cheats, which is immense and without borders, where life is lived in the present. In this limitless nation, this nation of wind, light, and peace, there is no other ruler besides the sea."