Exploring the world on a Leopard 44 catamaran
Colombia to Guna Yala, Panama We left Denver for a brief visit to Charlotte to see Peter’s mom Suzy, and Brooke, who happened to be visiting from her new house in the Berkshires. We flew from there into Baranquilla, Colombia, picked up a rental car and after a modest provisioning stop, headed straight to the…
Peter’s perilous adventure – and home for the holidays Peter started looking for crew when I started looking at plane tickets back to Denver. He needed at least one other person to help him sail from Bonaire to Santa Marta, Colombia, where we planned to leave the boat while we were in Denver for the…
A hard landing. We left Mustique in bright sunshine and a light wind on our nose and in less than an hour we were driving into dense fog with heavy rain and winds and seas slamming into us. Peter was in meetings, so I took the decision to postpone the Tobago Cays and turn to…
No, really. Climate change is not, in fact, a hoax. This was a long time coming. Peter had been talking about sailing across oceans since the day we met (my being “in” for this adventure was part of the screening process, it turned out). We bought the Fish in the Mediterranean specifically so we could…
My last chance to chicken out. Within a few more days the ARC+ boats left with great fanfare for Cabo Verde, and we were able to move into the marina proper to our berth on L dock, right in front of the ARC office. It was starting to feel like we were part of something…
It was time to go. Our original plan had been to sail from Gibraltar to Madeira, spend a few days in Madeira, then continue on to Las Palmas. The crossing to Madeira is about 5 days, then another 2 to Gran Canaria. It had become clear, however, that the weather had other ideas. The forecast…
Will we ever get out of the Med? (Hint: yes.) Our calm afternoon motoring along the north coast of Mallorca went south almost as soon as the sun set. Winds that were supposed to be south southwest were pretty much just west, so again, wind and waves worked against us the whole night to Ibiza.…
Too depressing to be included in Part I After motor sailing in light breezes most of the way from San Vito lo Capo we dropped anchor in a large bay at Campulongu on the southeast corner of Sardinia. We’d had some weather moments along the way, including a couple of almost-waterspouts, and though the night…
Our first over night passage – two nights actually – and no one died. And, hello Sicily! Zakinthos has a very mixed reputation. On the one hand it’s known for its frat boy atmosphere, loud parties until all hours of the night and drunken tourists living their vacation lives out loud. It’s also home to…