Almost to San Diego The day had started out with light winds blowing out of the northwest. They were driving me south-southwest, more toward the south pacific instead of my destination of Southern California. I had barely rounded Cabo San Lucas and was losing ground the further I went. If this continued it was going …
Sailing to Santa Cruz Island, Channe Islands National Park It was a cool fall day on the Columbia River in Astoria, Oregon. I walked down the docks toward a small boat. I looked at the beautiful lines of the Pearson Triton sitting in the slip in front of me and dreamed of where it might …
In 1997 I had my first faint thought of sailing. I grew up in the deserts of Arizona, so the idea of traveling the world by boat was not the most natural vision to have. It was a chance discussion with a couple which sparked my curiosity. They spoke so passionately about sailing. I was …