David Buckman

David Buckman’s book,“Bucking the Tide,” is about muddling along the Fundy and New England coasts in an actual wreck of an 18-foot, $400 sloop. If you’re cool, you can get one for a mere $10. Send your mailing address to buckingthetide@gmail.com

Engine talk, ghosting, Burnt Coat comfort

July 24, 2017 at 9:07 am

Cruise of the Leight, Part Five: I was imagining 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 lieRead More

Northeast wind, Seal Trap, acute awareness

June 26, 2017 at 12:00 am

Cruise of the Leight, Part Four: I was imagining 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 lieRead More

Sunday drive, color of money, Perry Creek

May 22, 2017 at 12:00 am

Cruise of the Leight, Part 3: I was imagining 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 and muse .

Late start, halting progress, Andrews Island

April 24, 2017 at 12:00 am

Cruise of the Leight, Part II: I was imagining 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 lieRead More

Cruise of the Leight: Part 1

March 13, 2017 at 12:01 am

I was imagining 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,Read More

Caught out

January 27, 2017 at 4:09 pm

Playing the weather cards in the Gulf of Maine can be an uncertain business, for the forecasts and local meteorological realities, particularly wind speed and direction, are at odds as often as they’re on the mark. Summer 2016 was a blustery one, the forecasts regularly calling for winds gusting 20Read More

On discovery and bar bullies

November 21, 2016 at 2:30 pm

Some say there are no wild places yet to discover in the Gulf of Maine, or wild times to be had in its ports-of-call. Nonsense!

The glow of slow

October 1, 2016 at 1:29 pm

Moores Head, the spruce-crowned jolt of Isle au Haut, was doubled on the water as the Leight’s bow cleaved satin seas, a faint chuckle coming from under the bow. We’d waited out three days of easterly weather in Seal Trap and were itching to sail, but only a few errantRead More

The accidental, absurd and amusing

September 1, 2016 at 1:46 pm

Humor is a rich, but all too rare a commodity among coasters, for we are a serious-minded bunch. Further, many amusing incidents have no witnesses, and a good bit of it is accidental. In 70-odd years of sailing, I have made just about every laughable gaffe there is to beRead More

What little I know about Pulpit Harbor

August 1, 2016 at 1:48 pm

Pulpit Harbor reminds me of a favorite aunt of mine, there being a pleasing disposition, interesting character, old-school charm, and sense of style to it that has aged well, and is a pleasure to behold. Though hardly wild, there’s a pleasing ruggedness to the spruce-crowned shore, and a sense thatRead More