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We emerged from the darkness of an overnight passage 10 miles off the North Carolina coast when Joe asked an ordinarily easy question: “Should we turn off the engines and sail?” The light breeze had finally clocked around so that it wasn’t hitting us on the nose and—having spent

With my wife, Roz, and my old Scottish mate, Patrick, I’d bought tickets on a low-price airline from London to Split. Two and a half hours later we were losing altitude over a fairytale fortress on a tiny island. We’ll sail there for sure, I

As my wife, Clare, is from County Kerry, I have spent some time over the past several years exploring the southwest corner of the Emerald Isle by land and have enjoyed it immensely. Still, my eyes have always been drawn to the shore and the sea beyond. Even when viewed from land, the southwest Irish coast presents

In the wandering way of sailors, bleary-eyed after a long passage, we walked down the main street of Gizo, the backwater capital of the Solomon Islands Western Province. Dust flew up around the closed false fronts of Chinese stores. Giant nut trees, limbs glittering with green epiphytes, lined the waterfront and

By Eric Skansgaard

When my wife, Renee, and I moved from Alaska to Hoquiam, on Washington’s Grays Harbor, we missed the sense of exploration and adventure we had found there. Then one day Renee plugged the word “sailboat” into the eBay search engine, and we ended up with a 22-foot Hunter we named Taligim Chignaa, Aleut for “Dancing Creek.” On weekends we towed her to Budd Inlet, in