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SAIL February 2019

Editorial content covers the total sailing experience, featuring articles on coastal and blue-water cruising, trailer-sailing, racing, multihulls and monohulls, daysailing, one-design racing, and much more.

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winter warmth

That word pretty much sums up the off season for sailors. If you’re in Florida, read no further. If you’re south of the Chesapeake or on the West Coast you may be lucky enough to keep your boat in the water, or know friends who do. For Northerners, once the boat’s on the hard, in the backyard or the barn or wherever it spends the winter months, then you must find a way to fill the long months till launch day. For a few hardy souls in the Midwest and Northeast it’s iceboat time. For others it’ll be ski season, for many more it’ll be interminable weeks hiding indoors from the biting cold. What to do? Of course, you could always take some inspiration from Mark Roye’s story on pg.40 and…

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the sailing scene

Are you out there sailing, cruising and living the sailing life? Share your experiences with other readers. Send your photos to And don’t forget to sign up for our free eNewsletter, Under Sail, via our website Thanks to late November lows lingering across the Atlantic, our delivery of a Beneteau 473 from City Island to the USVI was re-routed to Charleston, South Carolina. However, the sunset view off our stern overlooking Charleston Harbor made it all worthwhile—Daniel S. Torchio, Greenport Harbor, NY I have been a member of the Wayzata Yacht Club for more than 30 years and love the splendor of the seasons. I dread each haulout, but am pumped for launch day!—Pat Foy, Wayzata, MN We caught this sunset off Catalina Island in California aboard our catamaran, a Fountaine Pajot Tobago.—Peter…

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KUDOS TO THE COMMUNITY I always enjoy the Sailing Scene photos, especially in the recent November issue. I sail my Newport 28, Summer Wind, in Galveston Bay and have seen a few similar rainbows. This past May we chartered a 35ft Bavaria in the BVI where we spent one night moored just off Cooper Island Beach Club and our last night we tied up to a newly repaired pier in Soper’s Hole. Things ashore were still devastated from the previous year’s storms, but the sailing and people were fantastic. —Jim Starr, Houston, TX SAILOR’S REPRESENTATION I’m writing to thank you for the article Sailing Noir (October). I am 43 years old, and I have been sailing since I was 12. I’ve gotten used to being one of a few, if not the only African-American…

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into the mist

A convoy of snowbirds bound for Florida and other points south gets underway on a cold bright November morning. The cruisers were headed down North Carolina’s Alligator River-Pungo River Canal, part of the Atlantic Intracoastal Waterway, after spending the night at an anchorage just off the ICW. A 1,088-mile channel stretching from Norfolk, Virginia, to Miami, Florida, the ICW is a popular alternative to sailing offshore for the hundreds of power and sail cruisers fleeing the Northeastern winter each year.…

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finding the dream

It seems that we all struggle to make our start in life, searching for something that we would enjoy doing, something that not only challenges us today, but will stay that way year after year, all the time giving great rewards along the way. Most things we are introduced to early on in life don’t meet those prerequisites. For me in the early days, it was just finding a way to earn an income sufficient to put a roof over my head and food on the table. I tried many different lines of work for the first eight years of my working life, finally becoming a power company lineman, a trade that provided my family and me with a decent and secure income. Nothing I did, though, made me feel what my…

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the light in the dark

The dark is alive when you are surrounded by water. Black is tinted blue and silver, and sky meets surf with electricity and the lapping sounds of silence. Inside our 36ft catamaran, moored off Cooper Island in the BVI, the raw nature outside, just now settling down from a late afternoon storm, is a stark contrast to the suburban picture of parenthood we’ve created inside our floating home. At 0100 the eight-month-old wakens, and I stumble, exhausted and slightly off balance, to grab the handwashed bottle from the galley counter. A one-butt kitchen, as my mom calls it. “There’s only room for one behind to maneuver in here,” she would say as she danced around my parents’ Hallberg-Rassy 43. (Although she could always still magically prepare a four-course meal for her…