Charting Our Course, Sort Of

Becca looking stressed standing in front of a nautical chart.

Retirement is still a long way off but it’s been creeping into more of our conversations lately. We both want our Captain's license in hand by the time we cast off for longer voyages, and I’ve started to realize that navigation—specifically, the chart-and-compass kind—has me spooked. The math, the precision, the possibility of being “off …

Crossings: Lakes and Thresholds

Red Sky on the dock in New Buffalo, sun setting in the background.

Winds up to 22 knots, a reef that wasn’t there, and the quiet thrill of doing something you once thought was too much — our second crossing of Lake Michigan was equal parts challenge and growth. This is the story of how our comfort zone expanded, one gust at a time.