The dream... to live on a boat and explore the world. It may be slow, it may be hot, but this little boat can take us anywhere we want to go. A bucket list check, we’ve sailed to our nation’s capital. 39 days ago and a thousand miles or so we left Stuart, Fl. Emily wanted to sail to DC instead of the Bahamas, and so we sailed to DC, meeting amazing people and seeing beautiful places along the way. We are moored in the heart of the city, just around from the Jefferson Memorial, the Washington Monument in our back yard. We can explore all day and come home to our own beds at night. I do have a feeling I’ll need a secluded anchorage at the end of the week! The bucket list only grows. Perhaps one day we’ll sail to New York Harbor, and we can’t wait to get to the Bahamas, and who knows where the wind will take us after that.




How a white fluffy dog does DC! I’m not really a crazy dog lady, but he doesn’t like being left alone on the boat, so he gets to ride along in a backpack.


Farewell DC. On to new adventures! 

Community. It is what keeps you from being alone on this big blue marble. The cruising community is unique, almost beyond comprehension. We have spent the last five days with a group of random strangers that became fast and forever friends. We’ve transited the swamp, cruised to new anchorages, wined and dined, swapped stories, dreams, experiences, advice, and have taken turns working on each other’s boats.
We are the old people in the group. There’s a family of four just getting a taste of cruising life. Then a 22 year old couple that has more life experience than any of us, setting sail a few months ago with dreams of exploring new cultures. And a 20 year old single handed guy that didn’t know how to sail, but bought a boat and is headed to Nova Scotia, ready to conquer the world. After five inseparable days, this morning we each raised anchor, pointing our bow in different directions, but I have a funny feeling we will meet again. The amazing thing is, this is not unique within the cruising world. Time and time again we have met people, even for a fleeting moment, that keep in touch, share advice, look out for us, only to cross paths again at a new anchorage. To our flotilla of buddy boats, you will always be a part of us, fair winds.

I woke up for my 4 am shift and felt like we were flying through the water. 7.5 knots with just the one genoa sail out. I watched an egg shaped, deep orange moon set over the ocean and had an incredible sail waiting for sunrise. I might come to like night passages after all. But I am not a fan of the lack of sleep - that is no fun. Morning brought BIG waves.