Perhaps in Little Egg Harbor in the Fall. Photo by Geologist Jane.
Are you one of those people asking me why I call myself a sailor, and write so little about spending time at sea?
Having recently updated my logbooks for the year, I am forced to report that I logged over 100 days under way in 2013, either offshore or near. So where are the florid posts springing from the salt in my veins, written during these many contemplative days for from land?
While my logbooks are a testimony to my sea-time, the entries I'm reading are pretty much a collection of facts, coordinates, and navigational notes with little romantic insight into the reason I was at sea. Most of that sea-time was spent as captain of one of Aqua Survey’s small research vessel like the RV Stan Waterman, but there is also the 50-odd days on the Caspian Sea, (and peculiar and hard to categorize time driving an inflatable around an Andean Lake).
The reason that I don't write about many of these projects is usually that they are just run of the mill marine survey that might be hard to find an entertaining story in, and that contain at least some level of expectation of confidentiality, or at least discretion. So I don’t photograph them, and I don't post about them.
That being said, here is a random, ambiguous, nonspecific photo of my life down by the sea in boats.
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