Along the Watery Way....

First Mate's Log - New Zealand to Minerva Reef 🔱. 871 nautical miles, 7 days and 2 hours. Sunday, May 3 - We checked out at NZ customs and said goodbye to this warm, welcoming country. Bumpy as heck, headed out on a starboard haul into the wind. It is cold, but each day we head north gets warmer. Monday May 4 -  A blur. Beating hard into 3 meter seas, and we can only stomach crackers. The guys decided to power through without seasickness pills. I take a Gravol. They throw up a lot. I am the only one with sea legs right now. Francois throws up in a bucket, I dump it in the bathroom sink, Ben fills the sink with water. We get smoked by waves. The bathroom is spattered all over -- teamwork! I ban them from the area and disinfect it. Tuesday, May 5 - Still living off crackers mostly and the occasional apple. At some point during the night we briefly reached low gale force winds (37 knots), but it died down. With the heel and bounce of the boat, Francois and I cannot stay in our bun...

They say (whoever they  are), that once you own a certain type of car, you see it everywhere. For example, years ago I owned an zippy little honda civic, and sure enough, I notice them all over the place now. I'd never paid attention before, but they seem to be just everywhere. So when we see reminders of lost loved ones, I wonder, are we r eally seeing signs, or is it just our brains filtering for reminders, meaningful situations, or ways of feeling connected to them to ease the loss? It's been two years since Sammer passed away, and it seems his fingerprints remain in the world. As you probably know, Sammer was a captain and career sailor, and sailing was how we bonded. My first "honda civic" moment was in a training course with the Coast Guard, and my officer told me to do an exercise on the charts, which involved recording latitudes and longitudes. He pointed to one spot -- the same reef where Sammer and I had had a particularly memorable adventure when we were fi...

The idea of joining the Coast Guard was first planted during a wild and beautiful sail on a one-hundred year old boat, Ziska , that I helped bring home from Alaska to Washington in 2019. During this voyage, many distress calls came over the radio - especially in the north - and we heard the Coast Guard talk people through very difficult situations. It was comforting to know that the Coast Guard was close(ish) by. When we were further offshore and hit by rough weather, it was harder being out of range of help. After this trip, I started volunteering for the nearby Royal Canadian Marine Search and Rescue station, and we sometimes did training operations with the local Coast Guard station. This sparked my interest even more. I had been working for the provincial government for three years - great work with wonderful people - but after some big personal losses, I really felt the need for a change. I submitted my application to the Coast Guard and forgot about it till I got a phone call inv...

On the day we set sail, our new crew Jason and I rowed to the nearby village for one final supply of fresh vegetables, bread, and passage snacks – the essentials. As we neared the beach, a large swell picked up the dingy and for a split second we balanced like a leaf on the crest of a wave. Then it flipped us upside down and crashed over us. I flew out and got nailed into pebbles while the upturned dingy landed on Jason’s head. After quickly checking that he was okay, I ran back into the surf to rescue the oars, which were being sucked out to sea. Then we both hauled the dingy out of the water. Note to self:  Waves that looks small and friendly from the ship may be larger than they appear.   Streaming saltwater, we walked the sailor’s “walk of shame” into the dusty town, past a group of fishermen by the shore, who were grinning from the free entertainment. We shopped quickly, trying to politely pretend that there weren’t little puddles around our feet. After heading back to th...

The best part of any race or voyage is when the crew start gathering at the boat. There is a feeling of excitement in the air as each person arrives by car, plane or on foot, stows their bag, and greets their new crew-mates. The crew of the race-boat Korina Korina was a mix of Canadians and Americans, recruited by Captain Jon Kudson over the past couple of months. We were doing the long-distance route of the Swiftsure International Yacht Race, starting in Victoria, sailing through the Juan de Fuca Strait south of Vancouver Island, going round a marker at the edge of the Pacific Ocean, and returning back to Victoria for a total of 256 kilometres.   Brave crew-mate leaps on the boom to fix some rigging The start of Swiftsure is really fun, as over 100 sailboats whiz around in a small space, trying not to bump into each other as they wait for the cannon that marks the start. There is a lot of yelling! We had a bit of a slow start, but we knew that the wind was going to pick up towards...

Last year on this day, we lost Will Pemberton. He's been a brother to us for nearly 20 years, and the loss of this great man has been unfathomable. I'm not a religious person, although I'd say I'm spiritual and believe in the good workings of the universe. Hours before Will's death, I got a very strong "nudge" out of the blue. I prayed to whoever could hear me (universe, love, god?) that Will would feel safe, loved and peaceful as he journeyed into his final rest where there is no pain. The next morning, my mom called to say that he had passed early that morning. Will's funeral was small due to Covid, but during the wake, many friends came by in staggered visits to say goodbye to Will. It's burned in my mind, seeing each of the children kissing the coffin goodbye and then processing out to the burial site. As my brother John led a final hymn, several people grabbed shovels - including the children - and helped to lay their dad to rest. Perhaps ...