Thursday, December 1, 2005
Bimini, Gun Cay and the Tongue of The Atlantic
The skip had called home to allay any concern about our being over due in Bimini because of his food poisoning. In the day before cell phones couldn’t be justified by people with no incomes, he had no way of letting anyone know he was not leaving the anchorage in Miami. Anchored off Big Game Fish...
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Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Who was the companion?
Who was this person who had inspired this trip across the world? Without her emergence in his life, the skip would have been content with a succesful business and practical retirement by age 35. He lived in his own place 15 yards from the Atlantic, had a couple boats, and an extremely fast car, not...
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Monday, October 17, 2005
Leaving the States
After some miserable hours when the skip asked Tammy to shoot him several times, two nights and two days had passed and the Atlantic waters off Miami Beach had become choppy with a good 20-25 knot breeze blowing on shore. Weak and still somewhat nauseated, the skip decided to weigh anchor and head...
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Saturday, October 1, 2005
Mark and Carolina Finally Leave
Mark looked at the skip in the dark of Uncle Eddy’s back yard beside the 100 foot dock. He was un able to look him in the eye as he told him with glassy eyes that he wanted to return to North Carolina as the day to push across the Gulf Stream approached. There hadn’t been anymore beer or liquor so...
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Friday, September 16, 2005
Stateside Days Fade
The time spent at the skip's great uncle's 10,000 square foot home was enjoyable and full of relaxation. They took uncle Eddy's Jaguar to Key West and began buying things for the open sea from West Marine. The skip picked up a single side band radio receiver to get weather when out of range from the...
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Tuesday, September 6, 2005
The Last Blog Entry or a New Beginning?
No one has found reason to read any of the last six posts and perhaps it is time to terminate this story, which is finally about to go to the open sea, to the hurricanes, and the rest. One more week or so and I will have to decide. The costs mounted along this waterway to an idealistic life. In his...
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Friday, August 26, 2005
To Rebuild His own Engine
The crew tried to keep the skip's spirits high as he ranted and cursed around the deck once the lines had been tied and Carolina was floating in her new home for the next three weeks. Just what he needed he thought, another $50 a day for docking, especially over three weeks. Mark told the skip he...
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Monday, August 15, 2005
A Last Kick In The Pants For Now
The skip had to post pone his plans for a fall departure. The Carolina was in the yard waiting an undetermined amount of time for insurance settlements and contractors. Had the incident occurred after he set sail, he would have done all the work himself but at this stage, he was not only a neophyte...
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Saturday, August 13, 2005
What Else Can Happen?
When the skip finally got the Carolina to the modern yard and tried to execute the same nerve wracking maneuvers around a multitude of half million dollar boats in tight quarters with a southwest breeze blowing about 15 knots, he had only two deck hands. Luckily, the only thing he hit was while...
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Thursday, August 11, 2005
Round Two In The Yard
He had invited friends out for a sunset cruise on the Cape Fear River. The oil gauge was normal, the volt meter showed the alternator was charging, and everything seemed fine as the skip piloted Carolina out into the ICW toward Snow's Cut Bridge. That same sound that would cause him to shut down the...
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