July

July used to be my favourite month. Growing up in Nova Scotia July meant summer. Not the beginning of summer like June. Not end of summer like August. But quintessential summer. Early crisp mornings, prefect balmy afternoons, and evening that stretched on until the sunset after 9pm. School ended in June and by August it…

Galley Notes : Cooking for One

I am horrible at cooking for one. I mean, I am pretty good for the first few weeks that Steve is away. I cook hot suppers that don’t involve instant noodles, I avoid eating while standing over the sink, I keep the fridge situation under control. Yet somehow, around week five things always seem to…

Telling Secrets and Learning Lessons

Last week I had to make water. This isn’t a new thing onboard, but it is the first time in a while that I’ve had to deal with our engine-driven reverse osmosis system by myself. I spent a couple days looking over the notes I took when we ran it just before Steve left. The…

Pseudo-Single Handing & Cooking for One

Steve is away earning beer coupons, so we can keep doing this sailing thing. If you’ve been here for a while you know this is a kind-of-regular occurrence. By that I mean he spends 8-12 weeks of the year away working, just not necessarily on any regular or predictable schedule. This time however, it was…