Guest perspective/Ralph B. Pears Over the years, I’ve been fortunate enough to explore many of Maine’s islands, secluded coves and inlets. When visiting such places with my family, the pleasures of discovery have frequently become even more poignant, as I’ve been swept up by my children’s sense of enchantment inRead More

Guest perspective/Tim Plouff “Chummie, take that mooring, ain’t no one using it,” came the deep Downeast voice over the stern of the lobster boat tied up to a float in the middle of the harbor. The issuer of the invitation stood before a hot grill on this glorious Saturday, cookingRead More

Guest perspective/Wendy Hinman After my husband and I sold our 31-foot, cold-molded wooden sailboat, I was eager to get out on the water as often as I could without having to beg for rides. With Eagle Harbor at the bottom of our street in Bainbridge, Wash., it seemed a crimeRead More

Guest perspective/Tim Plouff Forever seeking more adventures on Maine’s coastal slice of heaven, we often comment about all of the bobbing boats waving at us from their moorings whenever we slip out of one of our favorite launch harbors. If you have a mooring do you boat more, or less?Read More

Guest perspective/Michael Camarata Many boat owners leave their home marinas for a weekend or a summer cruise only to go to other marina docks or, perhaps, a mooring field. They never anchor. Maybe they’re afraid. Or nervous. Or perhaps it’s simply inexperience. There’s nothing wrong with patronizing these important businesses.Read More

Guest perspective/Phyllis Méras Eight decades ago, catboats were familiar sailing and fishing boats in Vineyard and Cape Cod waters. They were sturdy, roomy, gaff-rigged, with a single sail and a centerboard. They were considered the ideal first or second boat for young sailors. At the Harborside Inn in Edgartown, Mass.,Read More

Guest perspective/Paul Brown I bought my first sailboat in 1987, when I was 52 years old. It was a Thunderbird 26 sloop, a pretty little one-design built for cruising and racing. One could sit on the un-enclosed marine toilet and touch all four berths, the stove and sink. Needless toRead More

Guest perspective/Hank Garfield We didn’t know what we were doing. All we knew was that the waterline on my Cape Dory 25, Planet Waves, was terribly wrong. You can see it in the photos: her stern is apparently thrust upward like a duck’s, making her look bow-heavy. But nothing wasRead More

Guest Perspective: Roger Long
As related in the first part of this story [Midwinter, 2018], I fell in love with cruising narrow waterways and a woman with a delicate stomach.

Tim Murphy
When I die, daub a papyrus basket with pine tar and pitch, and set me off on the ebb in a salt-marsh trickle. I’ll go out as Moses came in. I grew up in a Louisiana bayou, which is another name for a salt-marsh trickle.