Our Labor Day weekend family cruise aboard Lunacy had been long anticipated, but somehow this anticipation did not translate into a prompt departure for the boat last Friday. As it was, we didn't have all our crew and gear aboard, ready to cast off, until nearly 4 pm. During the depths of the summer this...
(From the September 1934 issue of The Atlantic Monthly) Tuesday, October 31, 1933 I sat on deck sewing as we went through Hell Gate, feeling very much the schooner house wife (Stephen called me 'Tugboat Annie'). We anchored off the New York Yacht Club at 26th Street, and Lucius came on board for lunch. He...
I thought I might simulate a mishap or two while out and about on Lunacy this past weekend, just to maintain the theme that has developed here of late, but I was enjoying myself too much to bother. The boat and its systems (thankfully) performed flawlessly, and the weather was fabulous. We enjoyed a nice...
Judging from all the traffic enjoyed by my last mishaps post, it would seem you guys really enjoy reading stories about my incompetence. (Or at least my man Ben Ellison over at Panbo enjoys pointing them out to people.) This one, I'm afraid, may be more embarrassing than the last.
My mom always said these things come in threes. I don't really believe that, but it does often seem that way. First up: Richard Lemont, age 43, gone missing from his boat near the mouth of the Kennebec River in Maine last Thursday. By now, alas, he must be presumed dead. Dickie, as he was...
Due to an abrupt increase in sailing magazine responsibilities (ironically), I've concluded I won't have time to sail Lunacy south for the winter this year. Instead, for the first time in three years, she'll be hauled out next week and stored on the hard here in the soon-to-be-frozen Northeast. I am none too happy about...
