If anything’s gonna happen, it’s gonna happen out there!
Today was haulout day. The kind that sneaks up on you even though you’ve circled it on the calendar and talked about it for weeks. We knew it was coming, but still… when the marina crew rolled up at 8:30 sharp, it hit us. That’s it. We were already up since 6:00, hauling the mattress…
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At 03:00 sharp, the mooring ball decided to audition for a percussion solo, loudly banging against Koko’s hull. So much for a peaceful night. I climbed outside and shuffled forward in my pyjamas, wind slapping me awake better than any espresso. I found Koko jammed straight against her mooring lines like a dancer caught mid-spin….
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Today’s Mission Impossible—and we chose to accept it—was to check out the latest ice cream place Bob had recommended when he learned we’d be stopping in Cambridge. Only snag? Bob’s geography is a bit loose. The ice cream shop he recommended is in Oxford. Not the one in England, but the one tucked into the…
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The snowbirds are on the move. You can tell. It’s early October, a regular Friday, barely a whisper of wind, and yet the water’s busy like it’s a Saturday in July. We were tucked away in our quiet corner of Sellman Creek, just us and the ospreys, but peek around the little island to the…
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We woke up to sunshine so bright it felt like the boat had drifted into a postcard overnight. No need for long debates or breakfast. Today was a sailing day, and we were already halfway packed in our heads. Quick showers, a bit of rummaging to change Koko from marina mode into sailing mode, and…
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So here’s the deal: apparently “sailing” doesn’t count as exercise. At least not according to my primary care physician, who every time I proudly announce that my fitness routine consists of hoisting sails and dodging boom swings, grins like he’s just heard the punchline of a dad joke. “Markus,” he says, “I know your kind…
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We had started this ‘Empty Nester’ mini cruise with the kind of plan that’s best described as “vibes-based navigation.” No rigid itinerary, no grand ambitions, just a loose idea and a boat full of snacks. Last night’s wind forecast was basically a shrug from Mother Nature: 1–3 knots for the next few days, so we…
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After watching the Labor Day weekend madness unfold from the safety of our slip, we figured Labor Day Monday would be the great exhale. The crowds would thin, the anchorages would clear, and the bay would return to its usual laid-back self. So we ditched the dock life and cast off late morning. No plan,…
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Today was one of those “we should probably head back” kind of days. Appointments tomorrow, real life calling, and the marina whispering sweet promises of pump-outs and diesel top-offs. But hey, just because we had to go home didn’t mean we couldn’t squeeze in some proper sailing first. Forecast said a stiff breeze in the…
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Day 4 – From Venice to Boca Grande Take a look at the photo on the left. This is the sight that greets us after a quick nap, following an otherwise sleepless night. The motor yacht we mentioned in the previous post is still holding on, clinging to that single, precarious line wrapped around the…
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