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Bob Muggleston

Bob Muggleston is a resident of Deep River, Conn., where he and his wife are raising two kids. His love of being on the water began in the late ’70s, at Pettipaug Sailing Academy in Essex, Conn. In the late ’80s he was a member of the Providence College sailing team and in summers was bowman aboard the S2 9.1 Pursuit, raced out of Groton Long Point, Conn. In 1990 Bob was a deckhand aboard the Bering Sea longliner Golden Chalice. A veteran of several Marion-Bermuda and Newport-Bermuda races, today he’s mostly a cruiser. When time allows, he enjoys exploring Long Island Sound and its tributaries.

Faster ain’t always better

December 2024 By Bob Muggleston Did anyone catch this year’s America’s Cup? I’ve never been a huge fan, but for sailors of a certain ilk it’s always been must-see tv. Certainly the 2013 version of the contest, in which Oracle Team USA overcame an 8-1...
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A moment of clarity

By Bob Muggleston On Halloween, which thankfully this year was on a Saturday, my son and I went tautog fishing with my neighbor Kevin. The idea was born that Friday night, over a few glasses of wine. Kevin always closes out his fishing season by...
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Artie and me

Fall 2024 By Bob Muggleston Over the years I’ve noticed that when I sail with one particular person in my life – my brother-in-law, Art – things reliably go sideways. On paper the math has never made sense, like adding two positive numbers and coming...
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Sometimes small is better

September 2024 By Bob Muggleston Of all the memorable sails I’ve had over the years, and there have been a few, one in particular stands out. Yes, there was an exhilarating aspect of the experience, as is often the case with memorable sails, but there...
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Wrong place, wrong time

August 2024 By Bob Muggleston My days of competitive sailboat racing ended many years ago, but I still find the big offshore events endlessly fascinating, mostly because of the stakes involved and the drama that invariably occurs when men (and increasingly, women) head for blue...
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Ali Wisch

Ali Wisch began her career as a professional writing major at Champlain College in Burlington, Vermont. Since then, she has most notably worked as a columnist for Sports Illustrated, managing editor of SAIL Magazine and a blogger for the Huffington Post. Her work has been translated into over five languages and featured in more than 30 publications. Ali has been a liveaboard for ten years, and when she isn’t behind a keyboard, you can probably find her at the bottom of a lazarette or with an orbital sander in hand. She currently splits her time between Boston Harbor and France.

The grass is always greener

Winter 2023 By Ali Wisch Fabre It is hard to believe, but it’s true – I have been a landlubber for six months. When I first moved off the boat, I was too caught up in the move to process the experience. I masked my...
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We made it!

December 2022 By Ali Wisch Fabre 2023 is just around the corner. It’s Everyone’s a winnertime to set intentions for the new year, reflect on the year behind us and figure out how to keep busy when going for a putt about in the harbor...
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Don’t let fall pass you by

October/November 2022 By Ali Wisch Fabre It is hard to beat fall in New England. Changes that affect all your senses happen quickly but subtly. You may not even notice until they’ve already passed. The deep oranges and reds that seeped out of summer sunsets...
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You can take the girl out of the boat, but . . .

September 2022 By Ali Wisch Fabre Packing for a trip can be tough. Packing to move across an ocean – tougher. Putting my entire life into packing cubes has proven to be an eye-opening experience. Believe it or not, I’ve actually surprised myself by some...
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Times… they are a changin’

August 2022 By Ali Wisch Fabre “There is nothing permanent except change.” -Heraclitus As I write this, I’m sitting in my favorite giant palm tree towel. My hair, in a messy natural bun atop my head, smells like coconuts. In the distance, I hear a...
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