A sailor’s joys are as simple as a child’s. – Bernard Moitessier
And after two days in civilization we realized we could never stay for long and started to plan our next adventure.
– Bob Bitchin (Letters from the Lost Soul)
All dripping in tangles green,
Cast up by a lonely sea
If purer for that, O Weed,
Bitterer, too, are ye?
“When I’m on the boat I feel all young and happy and light and fancy and gay and spritely. And when I get home I can hardly move. Everything is sore and stiff.“–Milly McCoy of SV Mary Joy, in an email to Schooner Mahdee last night after a wonderful day of buddy boating and anchoring on the Georgiana Slough in the California Delta.