This post is dedicated to Burt Richardson, friend, restauranteur, avid sailor, and owner of Joe Greensleeves Restaurant in (landlocked) Redlands, California, upon whose wall Burt placed a full-scale half hull of his favorite boat, a Dragon (photo at bottom). —- April 14, 2018 Hobart, Tasmania Any report of accomplishments during my Hobart layover, Read More

April 8, 2018 Hobart, Tasmania I raced those last few weeks to Hobart so as to arrive in time to see my wife, whose inflexible schedule required that we meet-up at the end March or not at all. During her brief stay here, “what now?” was a major topic of our conversation. Below is, Read More

April 5, 2018 Hobart, Tasmania In the following video, it’s March 17th. As the sun sets, Mo and I have fewer than 80 miles to Tasmania. It’s been a month since the knockdown that is requiring this stopover, and now we’re racing another large low-pressure system. I can see it coming. Will we beat, Read More

April 2, 2018 Hobart, Tasmania It’s March 13. We’re a week from Hobart–if I can keep Mo moving. But at latitude 44S, we’re encountering light winds. I decide to motor, but five minutes after I start the engine, it dies. Great, what now? … (Spoiler: my sincerest thanks to Gerd Marggraff for helping me, Read More

March 31, 2018 Hobart, Tasmania One can fret over (and clean up after) a knockdown for only so long before life insists on returning to normal, even in the Southern Ocean. It’s March 8 in the following video. I’ve got 1,513 miles between me and Hobart, and I’m hungry for fresh-baked bread. The weather, Read More

March 27, 2018 The previous post told the story of the knockdown that has put us into Hobart. As companion to that post, below are three short video tours. One takes you through the damage in the pilot house, the next offers a look at the rail, and the third complains of salt water’s effect, Read More

March 22, 2018 Royal Yacht Club of Tasmania Tony had recommended staying at anchor a second day before completing the 40 mile leap to Hobart, but he hadn’t said why. First light next morning revealed an open sky and Mo floating motionless on a surface made of glass. From our berth at Lady Bay,, Read More

March 21, 2018 Royal Yacht Club of Tasmania, Hobart All day we ride due east on brisk northwesterlies, which Mo takes beam-on with double reefs. Hour after hour she froths the sea, giving off a sense of intention, as if she too understands the urgency. Tony has made it clear we are racing a, Read More

Day 112 (Day 52 since Ushuaia) Noon Position: 44 16S 106 50E Course/Speed: E6 Wind: SSW15 Bar: 1015 Sea: SW8 Sky: Clear, Cumulus: look like Tradewind weather Cabin Temp: 56 Sea Temp: 51 Miles last 24 hours: 143 Longitude Made Good: 116 Total Miles: 15,352 Miles to Hobart: 1800. I need to average 138, Read More

“…ships and men rot in port,” wrote Tony Gooch last week. And then, “I hope you have rested well and are recuperated. But do recall, you have an appointment with Cape Horn three months hence.” A brief note bordering on terse but well-timed and written from the experience of one who’s made, and forced, Read More

January 1st, Ushuaia, Argentina “Option one…” I said to my wife, Joanna. The waiter laid down a lunch-pail sized cut of lamb that had just come from the fire and smelled of ash and grease and rosemary and made my mouth water. Along with it came three types of chorizo and roasted salmon and, Read More

Below is an article written by Tony Gooch for the Ocean Cruising Club, which neatly summarizes Mo’s experience of getting to safety after the loss of both her self-steering systems. Tony and his wife, Coryn, owned Moli, then Taonui, for sixteen years, and during that time cruised extensively, mostly in high latitudes. In 2002,, Read More

Day 1 Noon Position: 35.40.61N, 124.45.32W Course: SW Speed: 7 knots Wind: 18 – 24 NW Sail: Single reefed jib; double reefed main. Bar: 1018 Sea: NW 6 Sky: Full Cloud Temp: 63 Miles since departure: 145 The Figure 8 Voyage has begun. MO and I departed Horseshoe Cove at 1pm yesterday and sailed, Read More

It’s a strange feeling being the wife of an adventurer. Strange because in the preparation stage you’ve been beside your husband. Beside him during those first tentative and curious conversations about an idea that seemed utterly insane and completely amazing. Beside him during the endless discussions about this boat or that boat when trying, Read More

A message from John Woodworth read, “Day before departure and I see Moli is missing her prop.” Indeed, Mo is again on the hard at KKMI Boatyard where, on Thursday, I extracted her propeller, shaft, and thrust bearing two days before she was to sail under the Golden Gate Bridge. New Figure 8 departure, Read More

Nope. Not expired. Neither the sailor nor the project. Rather, a long absence from this site indicates that both have been, as can be imagined, busy. The former is readying self and boat for an extended voyage while the latter, said voyage, keeps creating previously unimagined urgencies that translate into yet more items on, Read More

“What are the chances you won’t be ready?” asked my wife one evening. It’s not crunch time yet, but it’s getting close. My first-of-October departure is now less than four months out, and though many, many items have been crossed off the expansive (to be kind) list, the items undone still trail to the floor., Read More

After days with my head in Mo’s bilge or the now typical 3 a.m. wake-and-worry, I sometimes need a pick-me-up, a reminder that this part of the process does, in fact, lead to the launching of a ship into that wild blue yonder, a thing for which both ship and sailor yern. In years, Read More

“Great literature is nothing more than an extended complaint,” said my good friend Dr. David R. Kelton. “Dante’s Inferno, Hamlet, For Whom the Bell Tolls, and all of quality in between, can be seen as but artfully woven epics upon the theme of ‘Oh, woe is me.’” This lesson came in response to my missive titled, “Dammit, I, Read More

To me, writing up the adventure is half the fun of having it. Sinking the land, being entirely, irretrievably at sea, is like breaking earth’s orbit and entering beautiful, untresspassed, limitless space. It’s not just freeing, it’s exhilarating, and those who have followed my previous passages know this transition tends to light the afterburner on my keyboard., Read More

Many thanks to the folks at Latitude 38 for their May 2017 feature of the Figure 8 Voyage. Moli is back at KKMI and is again in pieces. The life raft, the dinghy motor, and the autopilots have all been sent out for overhaul or repair; the fuel tank lids are off in preparation for a good scrub, and, Read More

Friday, March 31 The show manager, Jorgen, had been quite clear. “Your vessel will be accepted into the Pacific Boat Show marina before noon on Tuesday, but after that the basin will be closed.” A reasonable enough requirement as I had known about it since the previous January. But it was now the Friday before that, Read More

This isn’t my first rodeo. It’s my second. I should know better. The first rodeo was a 31-foot Far East Mariner built in 1972 that my wife and I purchased in the summer of 2001. I liked the boat because she liked the boat, whose interior spaces felt vast next to the 24-footer we’d, Read More