Going Aloft, Chapter 16

John Canoe, or Junkanoo, is the subject of this chapter. Once practiced as a festival here in coastal North Carolina, it is essentially a two-day-long party sandwiched between Christmas and New Years, involving traditional and modern dancing, ornate costumes, and plenty of music. According to one historian, Professor Stephen Nissenbaum of the University of Massachusetts … Continue reading Going Aloft, Chapter 16

Going Aloft, Chapter 15

There are at least two cities named Nassau. The one you see is the one you can afford. One is bright and glittering and attractive, the leisure grounds of the imperial visitors who arrive there on sleek white ships. The other, hidden safely from sight from the tourists, is rife with the darker issues of … Continue reading Going Aloft, Chapter 15

Going Aloft, Chapter 14

Living in a regimented manner makes any introduction of variety hold greater importance. When you expect your daily life to be a certain way, the weight of dynamic change amplifies. You  find yourself focusing more on things that are exceptional. This was how life was for us in the harbor. Every day was the same, … Continue reading Going Aloft, Chapter 14

Going Aloft, Chapter 13

So we've finally made it. We've crossed an ocean, and now we're in foreign territory, far from where we began. Dorothy, we're not in Kansas anymore. Our paradigm has shifted. Now we must learn a city. Now we must start a business. Now we must work and improve the boat as best as we can, … Continue reading Going Aloft, Chapter 13

Going Aloft, Chapter 12

At it's core, and despite all of the parts about sailing, storms, and sublimity, Going Aloft is really a love story. It's about a young man who falls in love with his surroundings and his mentor and his friends, but the most important blossoming of love is the bond between the Writer and the Artist. … Continue reading Going Aloft, Chapter 12

Going Aloft, Chapter 11

For all you fisherpeople out there, this chapter's for you. Saltwater fishing has always captivated my imagination more than freshwater. Maybe it's the spectacular colors of the fish, maybe it's the possibility of catching a real whale-scaled monster, but I've always gotten bored in lakes and streams. When I moved to the coast seven years … Continue reading Going Aloft, Chapter 11

Going Aloft, Chapter 10

This chapter captures one of my favorite memories of the voyage- the morning after the hellacious storm of the night before. There was this satisfied feeling of having survived something terrifying, of breaking through to the other side of a very tangible and real obstacle. And the sea was as beautiful as I have ever … Continue reading Going Aloft, Chapter 10