29. Cruising Into the Apocalypse

The next morning, I felt like I’d had Domino’s and a terrible night’s sleep the night before. This is because I had. My mattress and I haven’t been getting along well lately, and replacing it is becoming a higher priority with every sore, creaky, early morning. While coffee soaked into my joints to loosened them […]

28. On the Road Again

When I were a lad, I used to carry around a brochure for the Nordhavn 46. I would stare at that brochure whenever I had an empty moment. I would dream about owning one, what I would call her, what color and layout I’d pick, and all of the places we would go. I wanted […]

27. Charleston

And just like that, a whirlwind month in Charleston has come and gone. Well, Sylphide was there for a month anyway. I spent one of those weeks in Nowhere, Ontario for the annual company meetings, and I stopped back in Hometown, NY to visit and take care of some appointments. When I returned to Charleston […]

25. Georgetown

Howdy sports fans! Shortly after the events of my last post, I found myself being jumped on by an unbelievably sweet and tiny dogbeast called Milo. I met this ferocious creature in the dock office at Harborwalk Marina, where I’d signed Sylphide and myself up for a two night stay. In my initial planning, I […]

24. The Grand Strand

Oh, hello. The morning after my last post, I was feeling something new, something different, something wonderful. I woke up on a boat that not only wasn’t beeping at me, but was warm, full of fuel and fresh oil, full of water and groceries, and it even smelled kinda nice. For what might be the […]

22. Beaufort

Beaufort, which rhymes with dysentery, has been my home for the last week now, and I’ve enjoyed pretending to be one of the locals. My accent tends to give me away though, as the real locals are starting to sound pretty southern now. There are also fairly regular sightings of palm trees, which I think […]

21. The Inner Banks

I write to you from Beaufort, NC, which is pronounced Beaufort. Not to be confused with Beaufort, SC, which is pronounced Beaufort. When we left the action, I was at Great Bridge. Since then, life has been pretty good aboard Sylphide. The easy, breezy, beautiful thirty-something miles down to Coinjock was smooth and pleasant. The […]