by Kate Laird, Posted August 8, 2014Eighty-some thousand miles and two children later, we crept up on Alaska from the west, sailing from Hokkaido, Japan, down the Aleutian chain in May aboard Seal, our 56-foot aluminum cutter.
by Robby Robinson, Posted August 11, 2008Yes, temperatures may be high, but there are brisk southeasterlies, warm waters, and the biminiEvening was still very hot. Friends had told us not to miss the unique monastery on Cat Island, and my wife, Carol, seemed eager and able. But as we traipsed the beachfront in the sun, I was waiting for my life to flash before my eyes. Going out in the noonday sun has never seemed
by Contributing Writers, Posted August 26, 2014Admit it: there’s something unbeatable about sailing in your home waters. You know every tidal pattern, every obscured rock and every fluky habit of the wind. You could navigate with your eyes closed, though you’d never close your eyes, for fear of missing out on the scenery.
by Lauren Saalmuller, Posted October 6, 2014Dinghy sailors will tell you there’s nothing quite like mastering lake sailing, where constant windshifts keep you on your toes, getting doused with spray is a welcome cool-down, and handling your boat just right, especially on the racecourse, is vital...
by Hilary Sharp, Posted July 24, 2012If happiness is in the journey, then ecstasy is in the destination—just ask a trailer-sailor. Neither long road trips nor unfamiliar waters intimidate these stalwarts, who are always on the lookout for a new place to splash.
by Ellen Massey Leonard, Posted April 15, 2014Despite its accessible location in the northwestern Caribbean, Great Inagua, the southernmost island of the Bahamas, feels distant and isolated. Morton Salt Company owns about half of the land, and employs most of the inhabitants of Matthew Town, the island’s lone village. The other half of Great Inagua is a national park centered around Lake Windsor.
by Sail Staff, Posted August 8, 2008Unfavorable winds turn an offshore adventure into a sleepy crawl down the DitchBy Dave BaldwinWe 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