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Category Archives: Stories From Dawson
Dawson Don’t Move
I cast off Dutch Wharf Marina on the Branford River noon Wednesday. With a Northwest wind I was looking forward to a one-tack sail to Port Jefferson on the western coast of Long Island Sound. With winds gusting to fifteen knots Brisa cleared Branford cove on a thirty-degree heel Continue reading
It’s So Good For His Soul
Solo sailing has its risk and rewards but no one would argue it is not strenuous. You’re on constant alert. If something needs to be done you must do it. With sailing effort is required often and in a timely fashion. So when Steve, Brisa’s former owner, called to see if we could get a sail in I was delighted. Crew! Continue reading