There is this phenomenon in sailing that happens on just about your third day of an ocean crossing. The evening of day two you will usually be sitting, looking back at where land used to be, wondering just what the heck you were thinking when you decided to come out here in the first place. […]
We were about 50 miles out of Palmyra Island, on the 900+ mile voyage to Hawaii. There was Jody & I, and two young crew members we’d had with us since Papeete, almost three months, Luke & Joel. All of a sudden the boat started to swerve off course.
Bob explains why it’s difficult to find free anchorages these days.
We gotta be nuts, ya know? Check it out…just what is it we all have in common? I mean besides smelly feet? Well? Ya know what it is? A desire to sell all of the stuff we have worked our whole life to gather about us, and then to move into an area slightly larger […]
Originally published in Latitudes and Attitudes Magazine, in this Vintage Attitude Bob talks epic cruising moments.
Okay, so it was a pretty near perfect crossing. We’d left Fatu Hiva and the Marquesas behind us, and for the last four days we had been sailing in paradise. There were 18-20 knots of wind coming from over our shoulder, the main, mizzen, staysail and headsail were out, and we were making a good […]
I was sitting with my legs wrapped around a toilet bowl, and I was laughing out loud. All of a sudden it seemed funny. A bit earlier I was about to toss the darn thing over the side in silent rage. Then it hit me. Something my tormentor used to say when I’d bitch about […]
I half-felt someone shake me, and for a minute I forgot where I was. As I opened my eyes, I heard Patrick whisper, “Hey man, 10 minutes and you’re on.”
It was 5:50 in the morning and the sun was about to come up. I walked through the creaking main salon in the twilight of dawn with the kerosene lights casting a warm glow…
Didja ever notice how there is only one right opinion, and that is yours? You know, only one right way to do things. One correct anchoring method, one way to sail from one point to the next? Probably one of the things that cruisers enjoy about sitting in an anchorage as it fills with boats […]
More Than You Really Wanted To Know About Cruising Compost – Part 8 -The New Role of Print Magazines in the 21st Century
More Than You Really Wanted To Know About Cruising Compost … Er, I mean Outpost! By Bob Bitchin #8 – The New Role of Print Magazines in the 21st Century. It’s hard for me to believe, but it’s been over 50 years since I started my first little “rag”, Biker News, back in 1973. Over […]
Here’s just a quick glimpse of what’s coming up in our next issue… We have 4 boat designs, an Outbound 52 Mono, a Seawind Catamaran, a Compac 27 compact cruiser, and a Monte Carlo Motor yacht. We have an article on how to handle rest for the crew on a long passage by Lin & […]
By Bob Bitchin It’s kinda hard for me to believe, but I have been writing trash like this for 40 years. In that time I have probably pissed off more people than the average writer. It’s not that I try to do it, but I think the reality of it is, I hate writing pablum. […]
Subscribe before July 29th to get the fall issue. Make sure you get the fall issue of Cruising Outpost magazine. It is due to hit mailboxes the third week of August. To get your copy delivered to your home, you must subscribe no later than July 29th. September 3rd it will arrive on newsstands in West Marine and Barnes and […]
More Than you Really Wanted To Know About Cruising Compost … Er, I mean Outpost! #6 – The Cruising Outpost Extended Family By Bob Bitchin I have often been called naïve because I refer to our readers as extended family. It’s actually pretty funny, but over the 35 years I have been living aboard, cruising […]
More Than you Really Wanted To Know About Cruising Compost, Er, I mean Outpost! #5 – Our Staff Infection. Those who toil…
More Than you Really Wanted To Know About Cruising Compost, Er, I mean Outpost! #5 – Our Staff Infection. Those who toil… By Bob Bitchin This is my country, The land that begat me. These windy spaces Are surely my own. And those who toil here, In the sweat of their faces Are flesh of my flesh, And bone of my bone. […]