SV Three Quarter Time

Many of you are aware that our family experienced several losses after Paul and I began  our sailing adventure.  A grandson, a brother-in-law, and then on August 9th, my father Henry.  On the day he passed, I was out on the deck of TQT photographing humpback whales, one came extremely close during the moment my father left us.  I was able to fly back to the East coast to say good-bye to my dad (his burial was two weeks ago today) and be with family and friends.  I would like to share with you the eulogy I wrote for my dad. On behalf of Cora, Bernadette, and myself, I'd like to thank you all for coming out today to say our final good-bye to my dad. My dad was one of those guys that always appreciated a good joke, considered his friends as family, and knew the value of a hard days work. Many of you know that I moved to Alaska right after high school, so most of my fondest memories of my dad are from my childhood. There is a time period many of us referred to as Dad'

During our travels we have learned many new skillsets, the least of which is becoming better weather diviners than those we have regularly become accustomed trusting for that info.  Weather is so far our biggest concern.  A close second is tides, however we will leave that for another day.  Weather from miles away can and does affect the waves, wind, and our general comfort.  The mountains, passes, and glaciers etc., all have cause and effect on our weather.  With a little practice, all of the different scenarios can be stitched together with the information gleaned from the “cough” “cough” experts, to give some idea of our daily and extended forecasts. The one thing that we cannot predict is the fog.  Not so much that it will be there, but in what form… I have dealt with fog in many different forms and scenarios in the past, but have recently discovered that fog is alive.  It can be impressive and terrible all at the same time.  One such incident happened while Debbie and I wer