SV Downwind Dogs


Sep

30

2018
Building a Better Boat Day 7 Part 3–I went out last night

Building a Better Boat Day 7 Part 3–I went out last night

After accomplishing my boat shopping, and hiking back to Red Hook, I was ready to put work and other tasks away for the day. I quickly finished my Pina and headed over to the ferry. This trip I ended up on the old 1960’s era diesel smoker that’s plied the water’s between St Thomas and St John for almost 40 years. Mind you this makes...

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Sep

25

2018
Building a Better Boat Day 3–Monday, Monday

Building a Better Boat Day 3–Monday, Monday

Thankfully it’s not a Manic Monday today–though challenges with my direct reports certainly threatened to drag me down a hole of negativity early in the afternoon. Instead, I am writing from my cool and dry master stateroom on SV Downwind Dogs after a nice dinner at the excellent marina restaurant. I did the math and it was actually the first full meal I’ve had since...

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Apr

25

2018
The First Voyage Part 3–Squatting in St Thomas

The First Voyage Part 3–Squatting in St Thomas

We arrived at Compass Point just after 5 on Friday, March 2nd.  When we lived there, Friday evenings at the height of Spring Break would be filled with power boats returning from Jost Van Dyke, families packing their cruisers for a weekend on the hook, and light calypso floating over the water from the harbor side bar-shacks tucked in the mangrove trees. When we pulled...

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Apr

17

2018
The First Voyage Part 3–No Room at the Inn

The First Voyage Part 3–No Room at the Inn

After a refreshing swim, we let go the mooring with the prospect of happy hour just six miles across Pillsbury sound. Red Hook, St Thomas–home of the Pizza Boat, Duffy’s, and, of course, our destination–The Island Time Pub. We set Otto on automatic and headed west at five and a half knots–45 minutes to food and drink! The plan was to call the American Yacht...

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Apr

12

2018
The First Voyage Part 2–Virgin Gorda to St Thomas

The First Voyage Part 2–Virgin Gorda to St Thomas

Authors’s note: A delay, obviously, in posts since we’ve just returned from 6 days on the boat in Puerto Rico. Yes, she’s still floating. And the new marina has a great bar. Life is getting better… Back to our story: With the engine purring like a contented kitten, the yard bill paid, and fuel and water in the tanks, Dad and I decided it was...

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Mar

29

2018
What’s in a Name?

What’s in a Name?

“What’s in a name? That by which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.” –Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2, Lines 1-2 For us, the naming of our new home has taken longer and required more soul searching and scribbling than I thought possible. For months, Sheryl and I have brainstormed, argued, cajoled, and otherwise worked very hard to...

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Mar

29

2018
The First Voyage–Part 1

The First Voyage–Part 1

Friday, March 2nd, 2018. D Day…. Our first night on the boat ended up being a loud affair. No, it wasn’t the happy reveling of partiers or the wind whipping through the mast in the marina. It was the rope. Huh? Turns out all ropes are not made equal. To save a (very, very dwindling) buck, I opted to recut our halyard lines (the ones...

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Mar

22

2018
Life in a Caribbean Boatyard Day 16–Splash Part 2

Life in a Caribbean Boatyard Day 16–Splash Part 2

Nursing my swollen leg and sporting a swaggering limp worthy of Jack Sparrow, I slowly followed the massive lift with my catamaran hanging from it’s limbs like a Christmas ornament. After what seemed like hours (more like 15 minutes) we reached the launch slip and 2 and a half weeks of nonstop work was about to come to glorious fruition! And up drives Keith the...

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Mar

17

2018
Life in a Caribbean Boatyard Day 16–Splash, Part 1

Life in a Caribbean Boatyard Day 16–Splash, Part 1

The morning arrived and I admit that sleep was fitful. Late in the previous day the yard had come by with their giant travel lift and moved the catamaran ahead of us. Now the road was open and there was nothing between us and the water. I think that’s when it hit me that we were on our way and that the “bridge had been...

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