I’ll be back in the States through September!!… I DO regret the carbon cost in jet fuel it took to get here. So in the meantime, I’ll try to offset it a bit by sharing with you a few of my favorite organizations that are working… Read the rest

There would be no negotiation. Swell would have to be moved right away. I wanted to beg and plead with the man, but I didn’t. I simply sighed and put my mask and fins back on to dive down and untie the extra lines and free… Read the rest

After far too much deliberation, I decided that one thing was certain: I didn’t want to start the next leg of my voyage in a hurry. Instead of rushing off in search of a safe place to leave Swell in the unfamiliar islands to the west,… Read the rest

I found myself in utter denial of my departure from French Polynesia. I seemed to just keep putting off the inevitable because I didn’t feel quite right about it… I wasn’t ready to leave. And how would I do everything I wanted to do in the… Read the rest

And so, after a deceptively strong cup of coffee aboard ‘Sea Level’, I bid Kent and Jimmy farewell. That was just the extra kick I needed to attack the ‘new’ leak. I’d been feeling an overall lack of passion for fixing things over the last month,… Read the rest

Swell’s bilge wasn’t dry for long. After a month or so afloat, a constant trickle of water coming from below the fuel tank could not be ignored. The galley sink drain had broken two weeks priors, sending seawater spilling in, but I fixed it right away and all the… Read the rest

The days flew by and all of a sudden it was July 11^th. This was the day that astronomers and eclipse chasers around the world had been waiting for… the moon would pass directly over the sun and cast a shadow across the Earth to be… Read the rest

For a second I thought he was dead, lying there face up right below the boom in his sailing harness. I’d come out of the cabin from an attempt to rest to find him splayed there across the cockpit. It had to be nearly 3 a.m.… Read the rest

Now that I have my galley back, with fresh countertops and a new sink drain, I’m spending a bit more time trying to properly nourish myself. I’d been getting by eating cabbage salads and heavily buttered baguettes for way too long. Sadly, 85-90 percent of food… Read the rest

I heard a voice outside calling my name, and popped up to see Raimana and Tim and Eric in the familiar orange poti marara. “How’s it going? Are you safe? Everything okay?” Raimana asked. I filled them in briefly on the boatyard complications and promised to… Read the rest