The Slog

Not a Blog but a Sailing Log. My musings as Anjea sails me around the world and I make feeble attempts to grok the meaning of the universe along the way.

  • Plan B

    The idea was to sail north from Scarborough Marina in the northern suburbs of Brisbane to Bundaberg, a distance of roughly 240 nm (440 km) but to stop overnight at Mooloolaba and again somewhere in …

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  • Aground, and Only Myself to Blame

    Well, when I anchored here I thought "It's going to blow gently from the South East, maybe the East, 10 knots max. So I can anchor close to the southern shore, no problems." Fucking weather forecasts! …

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  • Rocky and The Fitzroy River

    Photo: Stavanger, Ellen Stanyer

    Captain Robert Fitzroy was an English aristocrat with an interest in science and exploration, most famously selecting young Charles Darwin to join him in a cruise to …

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  • Big River

    Northern NSW is endowed with some big rivers, bigger than anywhere else in the dry continent of Australia. Of these, the Clarence River is the biggest, most navigable and most easily accessible. …

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  • Dressing Up

    Anjea got a new set of covers and I got an eyepatch.

    My eyepatch was a consequence of an eye problem. It's all good now, but the pirate jokes got a bit boring! The best was Matthew Harper's …

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  • Port Hacking

    This marina is filled with power boats. There are very few yachts and Anjea looks uncomfortable. However, the locals are friendly and I soon find out that they did a Sydney to Hobart years ago or …

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  • Hobart to Sydney

    A long slog about a long trip — from Hobart to Sydney via everywhere in between. We tried to strike a balance between 'getting there' and 'stopping everywhere'. We made a few stops along the east …

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  • Time to Go Home

    "It's time to go home" says Lesley.

    Home. That's a funny word: Anjea is my home. What she means is back to Hobart, back to POW Bay and back to the boatyard. How sad that I know instantly she means …

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  • Tiger Snakes and Mountains

    As I snap the photo she strikes. I jump back, trip over the pathway and land on my arse, adrenalin pumping, ready to bash tiger snakes with the camera if necessary. But it was just a warning strike …

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  • Mind Mangling

    We were kind of warned about the Port Davey River but no amount of warnings could have prepared us for the mind mangling experience of being there. It is an awesome place, a beautiful river …

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