In the fine tradition of big-ass North Atlantic storms around Halloween (see: the so-called “perfect storm” of 1991; hurricane Sandy, 2012), New England got hit by a doozy of a tempest this past Sunday night, Oct. 29. Spawned by the atmospheric marriage of the remains of tropical storm Phillipe and a cold front moving off the mid-Atlantic coast of the U.S., Sunday’s night storm brought ferocious winds and heavy rains to the northeastern part of the country — including my…
The crew [from left]: David, me, Boogie, Jill, and Marlies with Kelly in front It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon in Bermuda. After overnight showers and a cloudy, drizzly morning, the sun has broken through and it’s simply gorgeous out. We’re tied up at the Royal Bermuda Yacht Club in Hamilton, where we arrived yesterday around lunchtime. And I’m sitting in the cabin of Pure, the 70-foot yacht on which I crewed to arrive on this beautiful island, about to do…
It’s late morning on Thursday and we’re about 18 miles out from Bermuda. We left Simpson Bay on St. Maarten in the Caribbean four days and a few minutes ago, and we should be into port by early afternoon. It’s been a wonderful trip with beautiful weather, some great sailing and fabulous nighttime skies. But one thing it hasn’t been is a sailing trip. A sailing trip is one wherein the journey is the destination. The trip we’re on is…