About Anne

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. -Thoreau, in Walden

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I’m not one of these lucky, salty gals who has been sailing all her life. I’m relatively new to this, and it all started with an adventure.

In 2011 I was invited to sail in the Caribbean. Dr. John Pearson, a friend from southern Maine, was telling sea tales with my dear friend Andy. I must have had a look on my face because then Doc Pearson looked at Andy and said he’d be sailing from the Virgin Islands to Antigua, asked if he’d like to go. “And Anne,” he said, “You should definitely come.”

I was only there for two weeks, but it was absolutely life-changing. It’s one thing to think it fun to come and go by dinghy, to save water with every load of dishes, to cook and eat food that can be different with every island, and to observe the coming and going of days, wildlife, and other travelers. It was more than fun to me. I wanted to live it everyday, because time had utterly slowed down to a reverent crawl. I felt alive and free and awake.

I came home from that trip saying that I have no desire to make any permanent home on land, but that I’d like to live on a boat. A few months later I met Colin, a few months after that we were living on Mimi Rose for the summer, and a few months after that we were pulling her out, planning on completing a huge list of maintenance tasks so we can take off in fall of 2012 and not come back for quite some time. In the middle there, I went for another trip with Doc Pearson, and sailed from Antigua to the Virgins. (Here’s a picture of me with what would be my dream car. Marigot, St Barth’s, FWI)

Dream car. Mini Moke!

Colin, Maye and I at Burnt Island

After a successful year down the Intracoastal Waterway and back, southernmost point being Cumberland Island and St Marys, GA, it was clear to me that the best cruising grounds I’d ever seen were right in my back yard. The last three years we’ve spent time more in Penobscot Bay and have been as far east as Roque Island.

Something massively gravitational would have to happen to get me to sit still for a while and temporarily put down this transient life. I’m about to¬†join a tribe of like-minded kindreds and use the best of my talents to shout to the world about my love of boats and my love of life on the water. Lucky me, I’ll be starting my new position as Associate Editor at Woodenboat Magazine in June of 2016.

I hope you’re inspired by the adventures here. Many of us ache and describe it as a missed connection or a missing piece. We describe vacations and I hear in my friends’ voices their awakenings, but people dutifully return to their desks, their cul-de-sacs or their car payments and numb up again.

It’s not a restlessness that I feel, and this lifestyle is not an act of rebellion per se, though sometimes it feels that way. To live within one’s means, to see the world and feel in your body the seasons, the tides, and to know the food that’s in season- they’re all simple things that have changed my entire outlook.

7 thoughts on “About Anne

  1. Mark

    Great meeting Colin last weekend (ever so briefly) and he turned me on to the blog. Great blog and great pics. Cheers!

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    1. Anne Post author

      Thanks for stopping by, Mark! Glad you enjoyed. Thanks for providing Colin with such a neat place to stay.

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