Hello, I'm Henry.  

Welcome aboard my blog's home. 

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.

Click this way and scroll along if you please...Enjoy your stay.   




Sometimes waiting can help; sometimes it hurts. In sailing as in life it depends upon many factors.

While waiting for a weather window before sailing to Biminia few unexpected but necessary boat tasks appeared.  Almost ready to depart for No Name Harbor on Key Biscayne, the Universe suddenly altered our plans. While the weather forecast looked favorable, I made an unfortunate mistake filling the port engine. Nature was innocent as always; This was a human error and it cost me...and us some time and money.

The next day the southerly winds arrived as predicted, but after 4 previous days of easterly winds blowing 18-26 knots, the Florida Straits - that 50 mile wide stretch between Florida and western Bahamas was quite rough as was reported from Capt Charles from Seatow. And as it turned out Mystique wasn’t fully prepared to cross the Gulf Stream.   A fueling mistake made Lainie and me quite aware of a gap in our preparedness. Odd how we felt ready when we received a fairly strong message we weren’t. And fortunate for us we were delayed. The conditions might have proved more expensive.


Waiting for a weather window is really about preparing for an opportunity. Being patient and prepared. Waiting is usually after all about timing and patience. Waiting on the water for the tide to change. Waiting for the sun to set. Waiting for the wind to change to the south. Waiting for the right moment to capture the gusts to fill the sails. Waiting to sail rather than motor across the Gulf Stream. Waiting for Nature. Waiting for us to pick our opportunity.

In the movie Castaway, the Tom Hanks character, marooned on a desert island by an airplane crash in the ocean awaits for the wind to help him traverse some shore surf.  His timing, preparation and all-out paddling effort enable him to conquer the island-guarding waves. He waited for years for his chance to escape his tropical trap. 

Waiting to get rescued by someone else is wishful thinking. 

Pulling Moon

Pulling Moon

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