It’s 92 degrees at 7 pm this Saturday night and the no-see-ums swarm me as soon as I get near an Apache Plume, which are everywhere, of course. So, no walk. Heading to the couch to watch the start of the Fastnet race live from the UK on YouTube and talk on cellphones with sister …
We’re not all still around but I like to think of us as still together. This was a good day, reunited after chaotic separations, rough seas, relocated suddenly to Sausalito from Santa Fe. I like these guys despite all the strains, each of us needful in big ways, father included. In my mid-70s, Dad and …
Looking through photos for Father’s Day, I found this: Dear not-so-old Dad, Bob Robertson, right, aboard the Adventurous in Sausalito, California, maybe around 1962. I don’t know whether the photo was taken after a late night at the No Name Bar or as the crew prepared the scruffy little schooner to race George Draper, an …
For briefly escaping worries about pandemic, politics, water and wildfire, I am thankful for: Patrick O’Brian by day and Longmire by night … … birdwatching and walks in between … … the view west when the smoke has cleared … … fall colors … … company at hand … … and thanks to a delivery …
I am pretty sure of my memory: These two oceans racers, Baruna and Bolero, were berthed for a while in Sausalito in the mid-1960s. I used to stare at them in the yacht harbor, raking back my neck to look up their towering masts. They were long and shiny and well-maintained — and untouchable. I …
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