On our way to the Appalachian Trail – White trash doing white trash things.

DAY ONE Somewhere in Illinois. . I pulled the mummy bag down so that only my face was exposed. Even having been tucked deeply into the bag, the tip of my nose was numb. “Remember when I forgot the tent poles and ruined the trip?” I said out loud into the air inside the van. […]


Spanish Wells. The shooting.

I was finally on an island where I could just relax into things. Without boys who wanted to go, go, go all the time. The days were slow and I was reading a lot with tea in the cockpit. My favorite. I spent my days walking in endless discovery of the nooks and crannies of […]


Key West. And the really windy day.

It has been said that sailing is 90% boredom and 10% terror. One day in early January, Adam and I were entertaining my mom and her husband in Key West. We were walking back to them, from moving their car, when a friend texted me and said, “there are boats in the channel by you, […]


Cuba. The closest I have come to dying.

“You think we should turn back?” he asked. I cocked my head to the side and met what I could see of his concerned eyes in the dark, over his hands, which tightly gripped the large metal steering wheel. His muscles were taut at the tops of his tanned arms and his body swayed harshly […]