April marked the 10th anniversary of Steve and I taking the plunge. I am not talking about marriage, I am talking about signing on the dotted line, offically becoming boat owners. Our mad plan was hatched on a dock in Martinique in February 2008. By June we’d quit our jobs, found our boat, drove across…
Tag: mindful living
Solar Cooking: Testing the Go Sun Stove and the Sun Flair Solar Oven for BWS
Think that solar cooking means one pot meals and reheating frozen meals? This is my Squid Stuffed with Saffron Rice in a Spicy Tomato Sauce. It was cooked in a solar oven. Think that solar cooking requires you to live in the tropics? Wondering if solar cooking is a pracitical cooking method? Curious about different…
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Less is More: Bedsheets for Boats and Natural Dyes
Our bed, the vee berth, is in the bow, and as the name implies is shaped like a “V”, or triangle. It is comfortably wide at one end but quickly gets uncomfortably narrow at the other. Measuring six foot at the widest by six foot down the middle it requires nothing less than a king-sized…
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Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
Sometimes you have a bad day and shake it off. Other times bad days string together into a bad week, leaving you to wonder just how you managed to pissed off absolutely all of the God’s, at the exact same time. At the beginning of March we had one of “those” weeks. We had recently…
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POV in PNG
One of the things I like most about living on a boat is that it gives you the ability to change your point of view…literally. Sometimes it is just the wind swinging the boat around a little while resting on anchor, offering you a slightly different angle on things. Sometimes you to move to a…
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A Different Angle on Things
I woke up this morning feeling rested for what seems like the first time in over three weeks. The difference was noticeable not only to me but to Steve, whom I spoke to via Skype at 0630 this morning, after brushing my teeth but before making coffee. He said I sounded like I had pep…
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A Glass of Perspective
I went to happy hour this week at the marina bar. Arriving by myself I sat at the only empty chair at the bar and ended up having a couple very interesting conversations. Sitting on my left was Italian single-hander. We communicated completely in French as he spoke no English and beyond a few culinary…
