Surprise! We returned to NYC for one night and a once in a lifetime anchorage!

A couple of well-spent days up the Hudson! One reoccurring challenge we’ve had aboard is our anchor chain losing its shackle markers. With big boats come big anchors and even bigger chain—and it’s not unusual for us to drop and pick up anchor as many as five times a day while traveling the world. Naturally, the paint coatings don’t always survive. Another hurdle is that with months of continuous travel, we can’t just stop anywhere and lay out the full chain for a proper refit. So, our solution has been patience and consistency. Each time we drop anchor, we use the pause to clean up one section—derusting, priming, painting, and reattaching fresh color markers. Today I showed D how we tackle this job on Hampshire. Every boat has its own method, but this one’s been the most reliable for us. Huge thanks to D for the help today—this should keep us going strong for the next couple months!

See ya NYC, I hope to see you again soon. Our journey continues up the Hudson, and I’m feeling accomplished for logging 12,000 miles on Sea People! It’s been a big 12 months!

After a few days of provisions, dropping off crew, picking up new crew, and lots of laundry- we are back out to GKI. Had the wind behind us and kept a steady 5.3 knots for most of the journey. Not bad for this old houseboat. Looking forward to this nice weather and clear conditions. Lesson learned: Houseboat weather is the best weather.

Woah. I mean…woah. A few weeks ago, we had the incredible opportunity to cruise into NYC and up the Hudson River from Long Island. I’ve been itching to share this experience, and finally I can! With the city skyline rising on both sides—World Trade One, the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, the Chrysler—there’s hardly a more iconic view in the world. As the only American on board, it felt extra special to share this moment with people seeing the city for the very first time. And arriving by boat? That’s something few ever get to do. Returning to New York, where I lived for almost four years during college, was its own adventure. I revisited old favorites—my dorm, my go-to restaurant, the sports field of the Women’s New York Rugby Club, biking along the East River, and of course Cubby Hole and Henrietta, two of the most historic queer bars in the country. Leaving was bittersweet, but I feel so lucky to have experienced the city in such a unique way. ***photos courtesy of crew mates—Sadiye and Alex