• Midwinter Mystery Harbor clue
    February 16, 2018

    Midwinter Mystery Harbor clue

    Are you stumped by our Mystery Harbor photo this month? Check out this clue and then enter to win a Points East cap!

  • A tale of 9 nine dinghies
    January 29, 2018

    A tale of 9 nine dinghies

    Can you cruise without a dinghy? After a long, checkered history with nine of them – hard and inflatable – on five different boats, we now happily make coastal passages without one.

  • ‘Another crazy scheme’
    November 20, 2017

    ‘Another crazy scheme’

    Part 1: A 75-year-old circumnavigator, I hoped to visit Roque Island, Downeast, from southern Maine, in an 80-year-old canvas-covered, square-stern canoe. My learning curve was steep.

  • A vector map illustration of of Oyster Bay, New York, On Long island. The map shows the harbors near the towns of Oyster Bay, Cold Spring Harbor, and Huntington, New York.
    September 25, 2017

    The Bay of Oysters

    Protected Oyster Bay, at the western end of Long Island Sound, has it all in a manageable scale: shops, eateries, museums, full-service marina, ship’s store, and the shellfish for which it’s named.

  • I, too, have been somewhere
    September 25, 2017

    I, too, have been somewhere

    I blame it on the fried clams. Yes, like Captain Queeg and his strawberries, I’ll prove beyond the shadow of a doubt, and with geometric logic, that it was my fondness for fried clams that caused us to run aground that fine August day.

Restless night. Honest work. Rafts of auks.

Restless night. Honest work. Rafts of auks.

January 29, 2018

Cruise of the Leight, Part nine: I had imagined my summer of cruising as a “sailabout” of sorts, sharing qualities of the aboriginal Australians’ walkabouts. I was seeking the peace of wild places, mysteries of nature, depths of solitude, and the incomprehensible energy of the sea. I wanted to lie in the sun, drink wine, read, write, muse on things – and do nothing at all. There are nights in the life of a singlehander when sleep is elusive and dreams vivid. Anchored near the head of navigation at Cutler, I’d woken several times at o-dark-thirty to see what the weather was up to, for morning would find me knocking on the door of the Bay of Fundy. As manyRead More

‘Starkly, harshly, terrifyingly beautiful’

‘Starkly, harshly, terrifyingly beautiful’

January 29, 2018

Returning home to a flash-frozen New England following a family Christmas in a much warmer place, I picked up a copy of “Whale Warriors” at the airport bookstore. No matter where you fall on the radical politics of the Sea Shepherd Society, this chronicle of a 2006 voyage to the Antarctic, in the self-acclaimed pirate ship Farley Mowat, is a great read for those who love maritime adventures. It is the tale of a half-crazed captain and his pickup crew in a tired old North Sea trawler, traversing the polar coast with the goal of disrupting the grim work of the Japanese whaling fleet. It all seemed appealing from the warmth and relative comfort of my Jet Blue extra legroomRead More

‘Silence in the Age of Noise’

‘Silence in the Age of Noise’

January 29, 2018

For Christmas my dear wife gave me two books with the word “silence” in their titles. Perhaps she was trying to tell me something. They are both amazing. I haven’t shut up since. Really, though, I seek silence. On land. At sea. It recharges me. Gives me time to wonder. The downside, having experienced the space of silence and solitude, is a low tolerance for noise. We are gregarious creatures, looking for others and social approval. We have issues with the hermit. The hermit’s weird, right? I remember, last summer, seeking solitude and sailing around to a little cove I was sure would be empty. I was stunned to encounter a rafted group of perhaps 20 center-console outboards crammed intoRead More

What ever happened to Roger Long?

What ever happened to Roger Long?

January 29, 2018

Guest perspective/Roger Long A few Points East readers from the single-digit years of this century may remember accounts of cruising in my 32-foot Endeavour, Strider. I once had the honor of being on the masthead of this magazine as a contributor, but slipped quietly from that pinnacle of my literary fame and disappeared. What happened? I’m sure at least one of you is wondering. The mood so well described by Melville in the opening paragraphs of “Moby Dick” seized me in 2011. This and a desire to taste at least a token of my youthful dreams compelled me to sell my business and sail away. My plan was to live and travel on Strider until I got old enough forRead More

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