Category: Trawlers

Slow Ride South

  “Step on a Crack and you break your mother’s back.” That old children’s poem is stuck in my brain as we pick our way south through the lobster pots scattered across the waters of Maine. They carpet the surface, in waters from just a few feet off the shoreline to over 300 feet deep […]


We’ve Gone to the Dark Side

I’ve been a sailor my entire life. My Mom taught me to sail when I was 5 and I’ve been consumed by sailboats ever since. My Dad always talked about Powerboaters with disdain, calling them Stinkpotters. My Mom used to say, “Sailors spend time on the water for the joy of sailing, and Stinkpotters are […]