Life Four Point Zero – It's time to go!

November 6, 2026November 8, 2026

Shifting Sands, Ep. 228

Picking up on the last posts’ illegitimate child analogy, we should talk about Antigua and Barbuda. They are one country, but only because a husband and wife brought children from a previous life to their marriage. I am speaking in analogies, but there is plenty of drama in this region; and like so many in-law relationships, and you have to wonder if life would be better apart. But let’s take the side of the marriage counselor, trying to see both sides and encouraging everyone to find common ground. I hope you will agree in the end that it is an altruistic goal!

Antigua and Barbuda – one country, separated by more than just lots of water

Let’s start with Antigua. First off, there are lots of tonque-twisting ways to pronounce the name, but it’s most commonly called ‘ann-TEE-gah’. If you arrive by air or cruise ship, you’ll be introduced to the island by way of St John’s. It’s an urban metropolis, and if you are into cities, well then you might find a sliver of appeal to this one. Let’s face it, most people don’t come to the islands for the city life but, instead, to get away from it. If you come by boat, by that I mean a boat much smaller than a cruise ship, then you might likely point your bow to one of two harbors – Jolly Harbor or Falmouth Harbor. Jolly Harbor is still big and urban by the standards of most sailor types, but if you are finishing up an overnight passage like we did last year, its broad outer bay is perfect for dropping an anchor while recovering from a sleep-deprived brain.

May 9, 2026May 7, 2026

Lady Guadeloupe, Ep. 227

Around these parts, easterlies are the main act. The wind might be a little soft one day, especially if you are in the shadow of tall, volcanic-origin mountains. Or it might be blowing like stink, enough to deposit your hat into the sea if it’s not secured with a tight leash. But the winds still blow out of the east. On occasion, the wind will shift slightly to the northeast, particularly if there is some kind of low pressure disturbance rolling off the eastern seaboard of the U.S. Or, as it did on this day, it can swing a little to the east-southeast, just enough for us to lay a single tack from Dominica to the island of Marie-Galante.

May 4, 2026May 4, 2026

Mister Grumpy, Ep. 226

I don’t want to be that guy, that old guy, that constantly complains about how life was better before. I remember as a kid the stark divide between my parent’s friends. A few were free-spirited social creatures, with an addictively happy mindset. But others were less so. Caught in the conundrum of an aging body, seeking the comfort of the familiar, yet finding everything new, awkward and difficult. I get it now. When parts of you don’t work the way they were originally designed, the comfortable, the predictable is where you want to be. I remember my maternal grandfather would eat oatmeal (‘porridge’) every morning, never wavering from the tried and true. And I find myself succumbing to this same gravitational pull. Yet, the world is changing, whether we like it or not. We have to pick between fighting it – tooth and nail – or putting up with it.

As we headed north from Martinique, sailing our newly refreshed stead of the sea, the craggy, mountainous island of Dominica came into view. When asked the common question back in 2007 when we sailed these parts with our young kids, what was our favorite part of the Caribbean, Karen and I would often speak in unison about the splendors of Dominica. Our non-sailing friends would look puzzled, thinking that we were speaking of the Dominican Republic. Not many had heard of Dominica, and maybe that is why a visit to the island had been so special. We had explored the rain forest interior, swam under raging, ice-cold waterfalls, smelled fresh lemongrass along the roadside, and opened up a cocoa pod to suck on the slimy sweet bean inside that would eventually dry out to form cocoa powder. It was eco-tourism before there was eco-tourism. The streets were rundown, many homes lacked electricity, but the people were exceeding kind and friendly. They were proud of their high numbers of centenarians, and it was no wonder, given the healthy food, clean air, and neighborly compassion.

February 14, 2026January 30, 2026

Superpower, Ep. 225

Sometimes, Karen and I imagine an existence where we rent an apartment overseas in one of any number of desirable locations. Somewhere where we can settle into a place, maybe for a month, not as much as a local resident but more than a tourist. We would walk to the local bakery, stop at our favorite produce stand, and experience the comings and goings of people different from us, in a different land, full of unusual scents and scenery. Sand would be nice too! A trip to Rome or Lisbon or Hong Kong is, without a doubt, a life-expanding experience. But to live there for a month? Now that would be life altering. Unless you are a digital nomad, these are musings that are limited to the retiree crowd. But, hey, a dream is an indispensable first step.

We have been able to see a lot of variety as we’ve sailed Sea Rose around Europe and the Caribbean. But we rarely stop for more than a day or two at a time. Many years ago, as we sailed through the Caribbean with our kids onboard Thalia, we sailed right on by Martinique, as we understood it was hard to visit unless you spoke French. Well, this time was different! As we sailed into Le Marin, on the southern end of Martinique, after a two day passage north from Bequia, we had planned a 2-3 week stay to have a new solar arch installed on the stern of Sea Rose. But, as we reported previously, things took a turn down into Complicated Canyon as we grappled with a damaged skeg from a fish line that wrapped around our propellor shaft. A month previously, we had scheduled our solar arch installation with InoxAlu. Technicians here in Le Marin are heavily sought after and it can be a long wait to get on their schedule. If we kept the boat out of the water for the prop skeg repair, we would miss our solar arch window. Alas, we decided to have the mechanic put our propellor and shaft back together so that we could launch and gently motor over to the dock at InoxAlu for a week of work on the solar arch and then we would return to the shipyard. The company we found to do the fiberglass repair of the prop skeg was booked out to mid-January as it was, so our ‘resident’ status in Le Marin was quickly turning into a reality, our poor French skills be damned!

February 7, 2026January 31, 2026

Aground, Ep. 224

“Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.”

There’s a few different versions of this comic refrain, but this one’s credited to our beloved Benjamin Franklin. Being on the water, we know a thing or two about smelly fish, and about uncomfortable guest experiences; it doesn’t take long to hear stories from fellow sailors. Onboard Sea Rose, however, we follow a few simple guidelines to make sure everything goes smoothly. First, we don’t guarantee where we will pick up our guests or drop them off. We always tell them that it is a lot easier to move people to a boat then to move a boat to the people. Second, there are a plethora of things that could go wrong, and flexibility is the key. One of us could get sick. Weather could disrupt our plans. Or, the boat could have an issue. We’ve never had to pull the boat card, until now.

Our dear friends Matt and Michelle, no strangers to Sea Rose or to travel itself, were well equipped in the flexibility department. Better yet, they don’t smell after three days! Despite the holidays, we were able to find a delightful house to rent. With a small pool, it was as close to a week of sailing around Martinique that we could offer.

Roughing it on land. Le Diamant, Martinique

January 31, 2026January 23, 2026

The Setup, Ep. 223

Reader note: You might be curious to know how we suddenly went from blogging recently in Madeira to blogging in the Caribbean. Worry not, you did not fall off of our new blog reminder emails! I’m afraid preparing and recovering from an ocean passage got in the way. And the rules for chronological story-telling have been broken, eh gads! I am no Erik Larson, but I do understand the benefit of time and context shifting when telling a story, so here goes…

Normally, embarking on a two night passage in the open Atlantic would have induced great quantities of fear in our souls and prompted a considerable amount of planning. But after our eleven day crossing from Ireland to Madeira, our next hop to the Canary Islands didn’t seem very daunting. Perhaps it should have, but in the moment, it seemed like only slightly more risky than a walk across a busy New York City street.

Our destination was the northern Canary island of Lanzarote. It was a bit of a zig-zag itinerary, as, after heading southeast we would then turn southwest to get to Las Palmas on the island of Grand Canaria, ground zero of the ARC+ rally.

January 22, 2026January 22, 2026

They Get You Coming and Going, Ep. 222a

I have been trying to cut down on the alcohol. I truly am. Nobody is espousing the heath benefits of drinking anymore. But after a hard day of work in the tropics, there’s only so much a glass of water can do for you. And, yes, I did say ‘work’. Many of our friends assume that when we arrive at the boat, especially at a place like here in the Caribbean, it is all stunning sunsets and umbrella drinks. The intense physicality of sailing as a sport can not be underestimated. There are several weeks at the beginning of the season consumed by loading gear, rigging sails, fixing equipment that suddenly stopped working, and doing upgrades to keep the boat functioning well so that the core season doesn’t become a long stream of repair projects. And there is the act of sailing itself. The raising and trimming of sails, the navigating, the studying of books and apps to find out where to anchor and what the weather has in store for us, the schlepping of groceries from store to dock to dinghy to boat. We do periodically get to our destination in time to enjoy a sunset and maybe a swim, but it is far from a cruise ship experience. I like to think about it like a backpacking trip. You plan well in advance, you test out your gear, you drive to the trailhead, you do the work of hiking to the summit, but there’s not a lot of time to dawdle, as you need to get to a place of safety to pitch the tent for the night, make dinner, and figure out when to break camp in the morning to give yourself enough time in-route to the next campsite.

Hurricane in hand, mind the tall grass blade!

December 27, 2025December 29, 2025

Getting The Band Back Together, Ep. 221

I knew it was a bad omen when the captain came on the PA and announced, ‘Folks, we are going to have to hold here on the tarmac to burn off fuel as we are currently overweight for take-off.’ Karen and I did a long, slow turn towards each other, meeting eye-to-eye. Friends know us as repeat luggage offenders with our overpacking of checked bags, and this flight was no different. We were headed from Boston to Grenada for the start of season 8 onboard Sea Rose, and we were packed to the gills. Our checked luggage included four additional solar panels in a long thin box encased in a bright orange duffel bag. I had tried to check these exact same solar panels on a pre-trip to Grenada back in September, but JetBlue rejected them outright, saying they do not accept items in cardboard boxes. This time, safely disguised in their duffel, the agent swiftly sent them on their way, without a moments hesitation, to the baggage conveyor and into the hidden inner sanctum of Logan’s luggage underbelly. Now, to hear our plane was overweight, we could only chuckle. Season 8 was already off to an ignominious start.

A sampling of the airline freight destined for Sea Rose

Truth be told, we were a little out of our element, heading to the boat in December. We had spent a splendid summer in New England, the first since 2016, when we began this off-kilter idea of sailing in retirement. We normally would be coming home at this time from a season in Europe to spend a Fall in the grandeur of changing leaves and the cooling air as prospects and plans were made for winter outings. But instead, we had hauled Sea Rose out in Grenada in April after spending the winter in the Caribbean, following our Atlantic crossing with the ARC+ rally, which in turn followed a busy summer of 2024 starting in Tromsö, Norway. We were inverting our plans, sailing in the winter in the Caribbean, avoiding the drama of summer hurricanes and heavy rains, and spending the summers at home.

January 11, 2025January 11, 2025

Dennis The Menace, Ep. 220

You hear a lot of people waxing on about the benefits of travel – that it helps open your mind to new cultures, that it helps you appreciate different ways of living, and that it helps to get you out of your comfort zone. It does all of that, for sure. But it also simply helps you with geography. Maybe because the United States is so big, Americans often rate very low in their knowledge of world geography. So, it was our goal when we started this project in 2017 to not only have fantastic days of sailing but also to expand our world knowledge. And arriving in Madeira fit right in with that mission. A short while ago I might have been able to tell you that Madeira was a type of cooking wine. That was it. Was it a island as well? How cool is that!

November 23, 2024January 6, 2025

Fatal Attraction, Ep. 219

There was no time like the present. Kinsale was to be our jumping off point as we headed offshore for 1300 nautical miles to Madeira, then onward to the Canaries. Situated as it was along the south coast of Ireland and out to sea from England and France, it made for a nice diving board of sorts to sail southbound unobstructed and in the fresh breezes of the Atlantic.

We had engaged with a weather router to help us determine when to leave, and once we were out in the deep blue wonder, determine the best routing to get to our destination. The problem was, Kinsale didn’t want to let us go. One low pressure system after another came marching across the North Atlantic sea. Many of these systems clipped the northern tip of Ireland before proceeding across Scotland and dissipating in Norway. We needed a 2-3 day period of manageable winds – something less than the 25+ knots of winds that these systems churned out. So, we tucked in and kept our minds busy with numerous projects, projects that had not made the ‘A’ list for departure, but now offered us a chance to be further prepared. And, it gave us a chance to get to know Alex better and for her to figure us out. We were really happy to find her. Alex taught sailing at the Boothbay Harbor Yacht Club back home in Maine. She also managed their complete waterfront operations. Her goal was to complement her US Coast Guard Captain’s License with additional offshore sea time in order to make a career out of being on the water. We had the offshore miles to give her, and in turn, we were super excited to have another person to stand watch and assist with navigating, sail trimming, and the myriad of other jobs onboard a sailboat at sea. The problem was, we couldn’t get out of Dodge.