The sailing adventures of SV Meriwether and her crew
We heard about Sucia Island just before we started our adventure a month ago. Looking at it on a map it appeared to be an amazing playground for sailing nomads with numerous anchorages, camp sites galore, and a good helping of hiking trails on land. A month prior I was seriously looking forward to Sucia Island as our first true...
Happily leaving Eagle Harbor, we only had 7 miles planned for the day. A nice straight line connected us to our next destination – Clark Island Marine State Park. With the dinghy in tow for the trip, we set out to cross our first big shipping lane to get there. The wind slept in that day, leaving us to motor...
Not only was it a quick jump to our next destination it would all be done under motor-power. Eagle Harbor on Cypress Island, only 7 miles to our north, was to be our home for the week. The write-ups in the books put it at the top of our list, even with the warnings about being open to some winds. No...
We left Inati Bay after slightly more then a week there. We would head South to Anacortes for a couple day stay to resupply the fridge (already, I know) and get a few more items from a marine store for projects we came up with while at anchor during our first week. It wasn’t going to be the best day...
Our first full week living at sea was spent only a few miles from our launch point. Inati Bay was an ideal location to shakedown the whole living on a boat in the wild thing. It was small, surrounded by nature, offered good protection, and most importantly only an hour’s sail (or motor) from a major marina if we found...
In my last post I mentioned another boat – a tug type – already in the cove when we arrived to Inati Bay. He was anchored directly in the center of the bay on only a bow anchor. This is a well known place. It is well documented. Many people come out from nearby places to relax or play in...
Friday afternoon, with only hours left on our slip rental, we untied from the docks and slid out of the marina into open waters. By this time in our sailing life we were feeling like this act was routine – the motor out of the marina – but once the sails went up everything changed. This would mark the first...
