Hello, I'm Henry.  

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If you come along with me, you'll become acquainted with my motley mates and faithful crew:

Experiences, Sightings, Observations, Impressions, Ideas, Reflections, Remembrances, Insights and Commentary.

They, after all, have accompanied me for as long as I can recall. Their tenure has helped me turn my tiller, fill my sails, and transport me over seas to distant lands. Maybe if you take the time to get to know them, a few will do the same for you.

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Racing Prim to Bermuda

Racing Prim to Bermuda

Two years after I sailed with Reindeer across the Atlantic, I had another ocean opportunity. Back in Newport in 1978, I was fortunate to be member of Prim's crew, but this experience would be a sailboat race to Bermuda. And while it would be relatively easy in comparison, it too was just as healing as my sailing to Norway. 

Maybe I can be so bold to say that both have helped me see more clearly and appreciate life more deeply. Even though I lost some sight, I didn’t lose sight of the horizon. I may have been blinded temporarily by my loss, but eventually I found what was missing - myself.
— from my journal in 2013 about my 1976 Transatlantic crossing and my accident

As I reread my first blog entries from 2013, I am discovering some insights.  One of my observations, probably of no great revelation or consequence to anyone but me, is that I have grown as a writer as well as a human being. While that conclusion may be debatable or even laughable to some, it is to me to some degree as well. Yet I have observed some personal "change"...some "difference". Maybe  "growth" or "more evolved" or "more conscious" would describe my transformation. All I really know is that I am not the same as I was.

Maybe I could credit my dedication and commitment to my writing. If I had not been keeping a journal for the last 40 years, I might not have noticed these changes. Is this realization what happens as one gets older or is this what is called "maturity'?

Excluding my eye accident in my writing about my transatlantic voyage on Reindeer at 26 was a form of denial.  Today it only reveals how uncomfortable I once was with my eye loss. But more importantly today, I reminded once more how much sailing aided my recovery and how fortunate I am today to have experienced both. Even this writing reflection today has helped me clarify some of my past misunderstandings and misgivings.

 On the Newport docks in 1978 bringing a hose to  Prim , I was readying myself for a race to Bermuda. It felt so different from the time I was getting ready  to ride  Reindeer  two years earlier.     Racing Prim to Bermuda:

On the Newport docks in 1978 bringing a hose to Prim, I was readying myself for a race to Bermuda. It felt so different from the time I was getting ready to ride Reindeer two years earlier.  Racing Prim to Bermuda:

 Crewing for the Gibbons-Neffs aboard  Prim  soon after the start of the 1978 Newport-Bemuda Race, I snapped this photo of Hank Gibbons-Neff and his father Sonny Neff.

Crewing for the Gibbons-Neffs aboard Prim soon after the start of the 1978 Newport-Bemuda Race, I snapped this photo of Hank Gibbons-Neff and his father Sonny Neff.

dreamed of sailing across the Atlantic, racing to Bermuda, teaching sailing, buying a catamaran, cruising the Caribbean, living aboard, sharing the boat with loved ones while living and writing sea stories.
— As I reread what I wrote on my blog In 2013, I see have all of what I hoped for has come true.
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