Cruising Grounds

Great Inagua Island

by Ellen Massey Leonard, Posted April 15, 2014
  Despite 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.

Chartering in Australia's Whitsundays

by vera cole, Posted March 27, 2014
I was enjoying a sunset cocktail on Tutu, our chartered Lagoon 380, when a flock of birds descended, hoping for a handout. They perched on the grill, the lifelines, anywhere they could find a foothold. 
One Simple Question has them sailing in search of an iceberg

Circumnavigating Jamaica

by David Peters, Posted February 24, 2014
Three weeks to explore a diverse island nation.
Sailors love to talk about their “bucket lists” and dream of the day they’ll visit the azure waters of Croatia, the caves of Tahiti, the fjords of Patagonia.

1,000 Miles around Nova Scotia

by Robert Dunbar, Posted February 7, 2014
For three full summers I sailed the waters of Nova Scotia, Prince Edward Island and New Brunswick aboard my little CL16 dinghy, Celtic Kiss, a Canadian variant of the UK’s famed 16-foot Wayfarer.

Small Cat, Big Ocean

by Igor Belay, Posted January 30, 2014
Picolé comes from Europe to Cape Town in a container, and my sailing partner, Beto Pandiani, and I arrive by plane. Back in 2008, Beto and I sailed an open sport catamaran from Spain to Australia in search of adventure and in the hopes of promoting clean energy.
When the customs officer in Bermuda asked for our next destination, I replied “the Azores,” just to keep things simple.

Stop Over in San Juan

by Ellen Birrell, Posted January 17, 2014
“Have you ever sailed into San Juan?” “No, but we’ve chartered in the Virgin Islands” is the response I often receive...

The Ballad of Kat Baloo

by Bob Burgess, Posted July 31, 2013
Fleecy cotton candy clouds were stacked high across the southern horizon that summer afternoon as my Hobie 16 catamaran, Kat Baloo, ghosted silently along the low-timbered shoreline, leading us closer to the shipping channel into the Gulf of Mexico.
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