The Hobo Sailor Times
“Remember when I sailed through New York harbor?!” I say to my sister-in-law. I’ve just arrived at her and my brother’s house in my home
“Remember when I sailed through New York harbor?!” I say to my sister-in-law. I’ve just arrived at her and my brother’s house in my home
I feel like a giant piece of shit that hasn’t actually done anything of any merit. I have no idea why famous ocean sailors like Sam Holmes, Sean
When I think of the East Coast the first thing that comes to mind is not a wild landscape. Yes, there are beautiful ocean beaches, historic
Where do you find the heart of sailing? Is it witnessing both a sunset and a sunrise at sea? Is it in a boatyard with no fresh water, skin itchy
The first time I ever went to a sauna was in the mountains above the Napa Valley in California. With pools fed by higher elevation hot springs there
‘Sail it ‘til it sinks.” Said Tom the brewer with the beautiful wooden boat from 1937. I’m more like sail it to the islands and abandon or
COMRADES, On Labor Day weekend 2020 I hauled my boat for three days and three days only to paint the bottom, remove the old prop shaft and
There’s a tropical storm bearing down and it’s about to clip my anchorage. I wasn’t going to write this on the internet anywhere so my parents
I first met my friend Jake in a boatyard on Lake Champlain while I was sitting on the rocks taking apart a trolling motor that I never would end
All the world cruisers are here having parties, and I’m like THERE’S A PANDEMIC, MY BOAT’S NOT FINISHED, FUCK YOUR PARTY. One of the Swedes
A surveyor wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole (I know this because my friend’s a surveyor and said so), but that’s a legit home made
How to Sail a Canal They said we couldn’t do it, but damn it we did it. We sailed through the Great Dismal Swamp Canal. In light winds,
An Open Letter to the Army Corp of Engineers Sexism is alive and well at the northern entrance to the Great Dismal Swamp Canal. Deep Creek Lock
Happy New Year, dear readers! Many boat and writing projects abound, but I’m stuck in a windy anchorage on a hurricane devastated island. A
It’s 2 AM anchored near Posqoun flats where the York River and the Chesapeake Bay meet and I am most definitely seasick. The boat permeates a