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Halfway Across the Atlantic With a Constipated Dog

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Halfway Across the Atlantic With a Constipated Dog

Crossing the Atlantic, both radars failed, our dog staged a 45 hour potty protest, and we accidentally kidnapped a sparrow named Fred. Civilization is slipping rapidly.

A Sailor’s Goodbye

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A Sailor’s Goodbye

Sailors never really say goodbye. They just assume they’ll bump into each other somewhere improbable, like Bermuda or the Med. As we prepare Moonfleet for our Atlantic crossing, the hardest part hasn’t been the ocean ahead — it’s leaving the people behind.

New video - Private Island, Public Beach… and our Rock Star Guest

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New video - Private Island, Public Beach… and our Rock Star Guest

A private island, a forbidden tree line, and a dog who keeps introducing us to famous people. Guana Island delivers perfect sand, strict rules—and a very unexpected guest list.

From Monkey to Moonfleet: A Love Story in Three Boats

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From Monkey to Moonfleet: A Love Story in Three Boats

A Valentine’s boating love story about second chances, online dating, and why we traded sailboats for full-time liveaboard trawler life.

Thanksgiving in Samana: A Meditation on Gratitude, Smugness, and mild Caribbean Terror

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Thanksgiving in Samana: A Meditation on Gratitude, Smugness, and mild Caribbean Terror

Today is Thanksgiving and I should be writing something heart-warming and emotional about gratitude. And I am grateful, truly. But if I’m honest, I also feel… smug. Embarrassed and smug — a combination I didn’t even know was possible outside of yoga classes, comparing sour dough recipes, and

The Things We Do for a Flush

The Things We Do for a Flush

Life aboard a trawler tests one’s appreciation for modern plumbing. In this witty travel essay, Kirsten Kopp muses on lost luxuries, high-seas improvisation, and her husband’s uncanny gift for fixing the unfixable-even when it stinks.