The boys relax on the foredeck during our first day of sailing.

The boys relax on the foredeck during our first day of sailing.

It has taken me a lot longer to write about our sailing trip than I anticipated. When we first set out, even in the first 24-hours, I was thinking about how much material there was already. I was so eager to write all about it! Then as the trip went on and on, it got overwhelming. It was amazing. And it was more than just a vacation. It was a lifestyle. It was simplicity. It represented a broader vision for how we want our kids to grow up. And as my mental list of all the details I wanted to write about stretched longer and longer, I realized that I would never be able to touch on everything I wanted to.

There’s no way to describe the freedom of waking up in the cozy security of your floating home with endless possibility for the day ahead. There are no words for the first time your preschoolers spot a seal right beside the boat who mirrors their same wide eyed wonder. For pods of porpoises playing in our wake. For distant whales and distant shores. For days spent collecting seaside treasures.

All summer we were weekend warriors on the sailboat. We got onboard Friday night when possible or Saturday morning otherwise and stayed there until Sunday afternoon. We did small, local trips or just stayed on our mooring after long days at the beach beside it. It was almost a tease.

But after a summer of waiting we had the opportunity to cast our sights a bit further. The last week in August we packed up and headed out, exiting through the river mouth with plans to return in 10 days. It was our first longer cruise with the kids onboard and our first longer trip onboard our new boat. We spent all summer anticipating this week and when it finally came, it didn’t disappoint.

One of the most exciting parts of a sailing vacation is the freedom to decide where you’re going to go whenever you want. We left our options open to account for the unpredictable winds this time of year. We had hoped to head north to Maine, but when the forecast changed to northerly winds we considered heading south to the Cape and Islands instead. It’s good to have options. As luck would have it, with the departure day nearing the forecast wavered and so did our decision. We did not finally decide until less than 12 hours before departure, and even then we left it up to a final weather check the following morning.

But head north we did.

Without any experience on longer sails or offshore, the boys were our limiting factor for this trip. We planned to sail for no longer than 4-5 hours at a time, though we sometimes sailed 4 hours in the morning and did the same again in the afternoon after a picnic lunch ashore. We covered about 350 nautical miles over the course of seven days (returning home 2 days earlier than scheduled due to a hurricane making its way up the coast). As it turns out, the boys did wonderfully. They put up with everything from no wind and big rolling glassy seas, to 35 knots of fresh breeze and choppy waves breaking over the rails. Though Junior felt seasick a few times, each time he was able to eat some crackers, fall asleep on deck in the cockpit, and wake feeling much better. The boys of course had some of their usual tussles along the way but we were actually surprised that not once was there a meltdown about being bored or not wanting to sail or wanting to get off the boat. So in the most basic sense, it was a major victory.

The boys’ tears upon hearing that we were heading home just echoed our own emotions. We can’t wait to do it again.

And because words are not enough and because I’ve put it off long enough for fear of not doing justice to the experience, please enjoy it through our eyes below.