Chelone
Forget what you’ve read about the ocean. Forget white sails on…
We left Portland harbor on the Fourth of July, entering the Gulf…
For the first days after the squall line passed, Rex and I were…
We ate dinner at the round teak table: hamburgers, canned green beans…
Houndfish Cay
Imagine a woman rising on a dark, December morning, cursing beneath…
Three weeks in Bermuda while Chelone sat on the hard, scorched electronics…
There were three places to meet friends for a drink on Houndfish Cay.
Imagine a woman stumbling along a solitary trail, the eastern horizon dark…
Blue Water
The Echo Island airport was roughly the size of a living room.
Amy Kreisler opened the door to find a barrel-chested man in an orange…
It was dark by the time I arrived at Twin Lakes.
The day of the wedding dawned bright and clear, but just before…
The whisker poles were not long and straight, as I’d imagined.