Bubba the Pirate

        If I would have just stuck on the normal career path, got a regular job and a house in the suburbs with a little sailboat on a trail...

      I was hanging around in Beaufort, North Carolina with my friend, Victor. Ruth Ann, my boat, was anchored in Town Creek, just inside th...

My Girl, sv Ruth Ann Somewhere between stubborn and stupid, I’ve never been afraid to push the limits of my own financial health to pursue s...

It’s an odd thing to be startled awake by silence. Or it might have been the light. In the wee hours of a random Saturday last May, my phone...

sv Ruth Ann in Beaufort, SC, 12/23 Ruth Ann is the last in a series of boats on which I was attempting to escape. I found her when I found a...

The last few months, I’ve been in limbo and just getting by. I’ve been working three evenings a week and trying to hold myself together. The...

I have a community; the community of sailors. And more specifically, the community of vagabond cruisers, but I can almost miss a neighborhoo...

Squint Close for Egrets It was going to be one of those wonderful Florida winter days; just barely overcast, but with enough sun to make you...

Pendarvis Cove I was bombing my way south to get out from under the cold weather that often reaches into North Florida in January. And I was...

I had bugged out of Green Cove Springs when I realized that fully half of the 10 Day Forecast called for 30’s at night; mostly high 30s but ...

I am a conservative sailor. I like it that way, but I have been leaning into that to rationalize chickening out. My New Year’s Revolution is...