On Birds and Boredom: Sailing Across the Atlantic Ocean

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On the second day of our Atlantic crossing, a bird flew in through the porthole next to our bed in the owner’s cabin. I was on night watch with Kristi when Ryan appeared in the saloon with a look of dazed confusion on his face. “There’s a bird in my bedroom,” he mumbled. I looked at Kristi and laughed, assuming…

5 Lessons in Outfitting a New Boat

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I’ve mentioned before, in a post called The 80% Rule, that buying a new boat is not at all like buying a new car, unless you expect your new car to be delivered with a missing stereo, a broken speedometer and a bumper that falls off as you pull out of the dealership. The problem is there are so many…

On Logbooks and Getting Rescued

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For all the times I have lazily and inconsistently jotted down coordinates and weather conditions in sailing logbooks, I have rarely (perhaps, never) revisited the pages I’ve written. And, frankly, I’ve not put much thought into the circumstances that might force me to reexamine those logs. But as I sit here, looking over the logbook pages of SS2, the five-person…

30-Day Challenge: Be More Than Just a Little Brave

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If you’ve been following Turf to Surf’s Facebook, Instagram or Twitter over the last few months, I’m guessing you’ve been a tad confused as to where I’ve been (St. Martin – UK – NY – Greece – France), where Ryan has been (St. Martin – NY – Tanzania – Zanzibar – Greece – France), where our boat has been (Virgin…

Memorial Day: Remembering my dad, Christian Louis Hacker

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As “Taps” is being played by a woman in an Army uniform holding a trumpet, another man in uniform stands at attention by my father’s coffin. In this moment, I’m mostly focused on my mother, who I can feel trembling slightly beneath the grip of my fingers around her shoulder, which is why it takes me a moment to notice…

What happens when you write a funny obituary

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“I’ve been getting calls all morning about a garage sale. Tasha, what did you write in the paper?” My mother says in a high-pitched voice, which I recognize immediately from my childhood as the tone that says I’m in trouble. I’ve just returned from fetching the Albany Times Union from the gas station, knowing my father’s obituary would be published…

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