Editor’s Log
Southbound ON MEMORY LANE As the summer season tacks to fall projects and cooler-weather cruising up North, I’m sorely reminded, living here in the sweltering tropical clime of Fort Lauderdale, Florida, about just how much I miss those changing seasons. I grew up carving through the bewitching waters of coastal New England, and my fond recollections of those early sailing experiences have only grown stronger with time. The fall was always my favorite season, spawning a kaleidoscope of memories I still treasure, particularly at times when I’m breaking a South Florida sweat while stuck in neutral waiting for the next bridge opening. I remember the crisp Connecticut River sunrises, sitting cozily in the cockpit in some snug anchorage, inhaling the cool morning mist while warming my hands with a fresh cup of…