Portsmouth, Portsmouth, Portsmouth, Portsmouth. As we turn back north, roughly half way through our year in the Caribbean, four cities with the same name come to mind.
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Portsmouth, Portsmouth, Portsmouth, Portsmouth. As we turn back north, roughly half way through our year in the Caribbean, four cities with the same name come to mind.
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Sometimes it seems, sailing is all about numbers. Time 2:18am. Depth 6,200′. Wind 11.4 knots, 97 degrees apparent. Speed 5.4 knots, 105 degrees. I think I have some very vague sense of what flying a plane is like, moving along at night in a cockpit, continually glancing at the array of numbers glowing in the dark, with occasional glances at the horizon. In a car it’s different, the attention is reversed. You stare at the road ahead and check your speed with a look down. On a sailboat 30 miles offshore (another important number) you pay close attention to your instruments and less on the horizon.
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Why do a rally and why the Caribbean 1500? I was recently asked this by the website All At Sea Southeast magazine (www.allatsea.net). Here is what I came up with!
Like lots of people, we are what I would call “Leisure Sailors”. We have been sailing a couple of years on a relatively small sailboat on “safe-ish” waters. In ours case, we have a O’Day 28 Tartan 41 on Lake Champlain.
We go sailing as much as we can, or to be more accurate, the Captain (Dad), drags his boys for weekend sailing with varying amounts of enthusiasm displayed by the crew.
Frequently, said crew are bribed with various offers such as uninterrupted sunbathing, use of iPad, a movie to watch, copious chocolate or soda (depending on crew member).