You have seriously got to be kidding me. I love this city so much I want to dig up the homes of my family… [more]
Mystery Island is a little sand spit in the lagoon that we anchored in at Anatom. The island is haunted—or… [more]
As we made our way across the Pacific we were perpetually asking "can we spend a little more time here?"… [more]
When I heard Zinnia was planning to move to Penrhyn I thought to myself, her mother may never see her again. And I thought that my children may end up moving to a place somewhere in the world, a place so remote that Lonely Planet only has five sentences to say about it.
There is a distinct playful, childlike pleasure to be found in sailing a small boat. Sailing a bigger… [more]
Just wanted to share a (if I may say so myself) clever solution to a nagging problem. The previous owner of our boat installed 4 fuel filters, two of which reside below our basin. This has led us to measure for and buy several cans but none fit. This weekend, in desperation we put a regular 13 gal trash bag in a Whole Foods reusable shopping bag and viola, the untenable sub-sink area became tenable.
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