Northeast

Valley Boy

by Sail Staff, Posted April 29, 2010
The early morning air was redolent with the tang of low tide on the Hudson River as I steered upriver, bound for Lake Ontario via the Erie and Oswego canals. I’d gotten underway shortly after dawn to ride the flood tide north. The Manhattan skyline towered above me to starboard. Behind me the green-hued Statue of Liberty looked grand in the soft sunlight. The sounds of bustling Manhattan and
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Northeast On the first day of our charter we sailed to Cuttyhunk, Massachusetts, a charming island at the tip of the Elizabeth Islands between Vineyard Sound and Buzzard’s Bay. We dinghied ashore and bought fresh cod from a fisherman whose wife had lived on Cuttyhunk her entire life. We moseyed on to a general store, where Jaci, one of our crew, bought the Sunday Times and cut out the crossword
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Europe

Turkish Delights

by Tom Dove, Posted April 15, 2010
We had already concluded, after only a few days in Istanbul, that we’d never figure out the Turkish language. Then we saw our Sunsail charter boat. The stern carried a French flag and the boat’s name: UAGIZ. My wife, Kathy, and I have dealt with a lot of foreign languages, but this one truly had us scratching our heads. And asking a dockhand didn’t help much. I heard “Oo-gosh,” and
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Cruising

Cruising Cuba

by Wally Moran, Posted April 9, 2010
Approaching Cuba from Ragged Island, at the south end of the Jumentos in the Bahamas, I noticed something I hadn’t seen for some time—mountains. After the low-lying islands and cays of the Bahamas, Cuba’s coastline at Puerto de Vita offered an exhilarating vista, nearly forbidding in its immensity. A frisson of anticipation ran down my spine.

Cruising through the Bahamas, I had followed a


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Florida

Sail Your Telltales!

by Ryan Jolley, Posted March 3, 2010
I know how to sail, right? At least I thought I did. I mean, I have a copy of Sailing for Dummies in my office, and I have worked at SAIL for 3 years, for Pete’s sake, so I know how to sail, right? That, at least, was my thinking going into a 10-day sailing course with my dad at the Offshore Sailing School. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

We arrived at the Mansion House bed-and-breakfast


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