You pick your weather carefully when you cross Lake Ontario into Canada. Winds are usually out of the west and the fetch is 193 miles. For those who are not boaters, fetch is the distance a swell can travel across a body of water. If it’s windy, the swells can be high. Five boats left … Read more

Our quick trip home is coming to an end and I discovered a few things. I’m healthy, my teeth are still good, and my friends still remember me. The house is still standing, but the pear tree in the front yard is dying and will have to go. We lost a pine earlier this year. … Read more

It seems strange to wake up in the morning and not feel the gentle sway of water underneath. Sun streams through the windows above my bed and around me is space…blessed space. We’re home, but the time is short. Mail, most of it junk, has been reviewed. Doctors have been visited and prescriptions filled. Visiting … Read more

You’ve heard this before, but I’m trying to get a handle on it, so here I go again.  Soul-searching is not something I do often. I’m more of a roll-with-whatever–life- brings-you person who adapts. Because old fears are still alive and well in my psyche, I’ve lately tried to voice them and analyze them—hoping  they’ll … Read more

Last time I checked in we were tied to a dock in Charleston, waiting for weather to clear, having finished a quarter of our trip. Today we’re tied to a dock in Brewerton, New York, a town on the Erie Canal west of Lake Oneida. It’s time to update the scoreboard. Our little boat has … Read more