From Luperón to St. Martin: Our Way Back to Cruiser Mode
We’ve been a little quiet over here… but that usually means one thing.
We’ve been out living it.
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We’ve been a little quiet over here… but that usually means one thing.
We’ve been out living it.
From Luperón to St. Martin: Our Way Back to Cruiser Mode Read More »
Matthew Town, Bahamas ➜ Luperón, Dominican Republic – 168.9 NM / 33 hours Leaving Matthew Town felt big. Really big. We were officially heading to the Dominican Republic — our first international landfall beyond the Bahamas. But I’ll be honest… the back of my brain was buzzing.Haiti was just over there.Cuba? Closer than ever, only
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Thompson Bay to Matthew Town – 192.2 NM / 1 day 14 hrs (38 hours) This passage was the real deal. What we’d only read about in books was now our reality. No place to stop for help. No marina around the corner. No easy bailout if something went wrong. We had Starlink for communication,
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We came back to lick our wounds from our first failed attempt to reach the Dominican Republic, a little more humbled and a lot more aware that, out here, the weather always calls the shots. Two rookies with big plans, we decided we needed a bit more guidance, so we signed up for Chris Parker’s
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We set out that morning full of big plans. The Dominican Republic was calling, and we were ready to answer. As we made our way out of George Town, the winds were on our beam, a spirited but manageable sail. Confidence was high, and we were already daydreaming about our first adventures in the DR,
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Three weeks in George Town felt like moving in for the season — morning Cruiser’s Net, lazy swings by the water, a splash of art on the island trail, and plenty of good food, cold drinks, and laughs. It was less about the miles we sailed and more about the moments we stayed.
George Town, Exumas: 3 Weeks in Cruiser Paradise (Mostly) Read More »
What started as a rocky beginning turned into a week of unexpected encounters, stolen anchor spots, and a front-row seat to a dream being built by hand. Here’s how our journey to Georgetown took a few detours and taught us (again) to just roll with the tides.
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Sometimes the best spot is the one that gives you room to breathe.
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A calm anchorage, a midnight anchor scare, and swimming pigs, Big Major was anything but boring.
From Mega Yachts to Midnight Mayhem: Warderick Wells to Big Major Read More »
We raced weather, snagged a mooring ball at the last minute, dodged a reef with help from shouting sailors, and learned that even paradise comes with a little banging under the hull. Warderick Wells tested us, then rewarded us.
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