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

In praise of ‘good enough’

July 30, 2018 at 12:00 am

The maintenance of a sailboat is possessed of a certain intensity for those of us who are marginally mechanical. Demanding a keen eye and a grasp of the nature of a wide variety of materials and complicated technologies, the cost of failing to act prudently can range from annoying toRead More

Still water and solitude

June 25, 2018 at 12:00 am

There are still extraordinary depths of solitude to be fathomed on far-Downeast islands, where the world is possessed of a spare and abstract drama, palpable ancientness, and breathtaking sweeps of sea, sky and shore. In spite of development creep, perfect privacy can yet be had along this coast and secretsRead More

The humble sloop that launched a lifestyle

May 21, 2018 at 12:00 am

I can hardly launch spring fitting-out season without thinking about cruises past, and when the photograph above surfaced amid the chaos of my desk I was reminded of the excitement of discovering the New England and Fundy coast in the ’70s, aboard a leaky old wooden sloop I’d acquired forRead More

Irish green. Quiet quarters. A dead-noser.

April 23, 2018 at 12:00 am

Cruise of the Leight, Part 11: 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 lieRead More

Fundy soup. Vibrations. Slack water. Into the quiet.

March 19, 2018 at 12:00 am

David Buckman
Cruise of the Leight, Part 10: 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.

Restless night. Honest work. Rafts of auks.

January 29, 2018 at 12:00 am

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 lieRead More

Fundy dream. Getting pushed. Mini epic

November 20, 2017 at 12:00 am

Cruise of the Leight, Part eight: 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 lieRead More

Organic cruising. Time. Spectacle. Solitude

September 25, 2017 at 12:00 am

Cruise of the Leight, Part seven: Cruise of the Leight, Part 6: 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 ofRead More

Pieces of a puzzle. The Mud Hole. Silence

August 28, 2017 at 12:00 am

Cruise of the Leight, Part 6: 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 lieRead More

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