In January, Jim went back to USA for a couple of months, and Max sailed aboard Poppy with the Schlegels, the Danish family that we encountered in Moorea. Jim returned to Polynesia in March, meeting Max in Nuku Hiva. We sailed Akela from the Marquesas Islands to the Tuamotos, when we tried our hand at … Continue reading Back to the South Seas
Out in the big ocean blue With not anything to do Just burning up time We’re making up rhymes Songs, limericks, and Haikus While crossing the sea in a gale The water came over the rail Day after day We take waves and spray And even caught squid in the sail I’m off to go … Continue reading The man from Nantucket
Haiku Day It is haiku day Calm winds, fair seas, no one sick We’re just killing time A haiku haiku Five seven five of haikus Think we can do it? My brain feels so slow Haikus haikus everywhere Not a thought to think So close to nature Always living on the edge Can’t just plug … Continue reading Haiku Day
When we started this adventure, we planned to spend a year in the South Pacific. That year has come and gone. We have had exciting times, seen beautiful places, made new friends, and sailed thousands of miles. We tried to moor Akela in Tahiti for a few months, but there was no safe harbor there. … Continue reading What now?
We wish you all a very Merry Christmas! It's Christmas Eve and Max and I are heading offshore from Tahiti for a three or four day sail to the Tuamotus. We expect to make Fakarava by Thursday. If the weather is good, we will make Makemo my Friday. We plan to wait in Makemo for … Continue reading Merry Christmas
As true wanderers, we haven't had much of an itinerary for this trip. We expected something like a year, that we would spend time in interesting places, and that we would try to avoid bad weather. Starting off in February, we thought about following the "coconut Milk Run" of Marquesas-Tuamotus-Societies-Cook Islands-Tonga-Fiji then going to New … Continue reading Christmas Break
We were anchored in the South end of Cook’s Bay, Moorea on a beautiful windy day. It had been calm all morning, but a nice breeze had come up from the North, blowing fresh air directly into the bay. Sitting on deck reading, I was alarmed to hear somebody yelling. Looking upwind, the old guy … Continue reading Close Encounters with Poppy