Spring means different things to different people, but we boaters mark the season by removing tarps and shrinkwrap, scrubbing topsides, commissioning vessels, and burning socks. In the natural worl
From time to time I ponder existential questions, like “why is there air?” and “how much deeper would the ocean be if it didn’t have so many sponges?” I even wonder how my life would be different i
Falling leaves, shorter days, and migrating flocks of geese all tell of a fall rapidly sliding toward winter. Most reports of the recent summer boating scene are positive.