We Are All Always Underway
Just before we began making passage, something sparked my interest in the Huguenot Refuge. I don't know much about my family's heritage, and I've never cared much. I live here and now, and I've never been sure how it benefits me to align with a culture or place that is [...]
Arm’s Reach or Nothing
Fain spent most of the summer of 2018 in Tulsa with Emma and Tim and his Oklahoma fam. […]
Escape from the Industrial Canal
With 2.5 years of New Orleans’ Industrial Canal trauma clinging to her hull, the Shanti finally made her maiden voyage Saturday, January 18, 2020. […]
Your Transmission: A 100lb Problem
Here's something I could have gone my whole life without knowing: The transmission on a 1974 Perkins diesel engine has a "breather" that prevents pressure from building up and blowing out the front gasket. But I do know that now and there's really only one way I would: It happened. [...]
Coping with the Noatic Experience
Earlier in the year, I wrote a story about our dearly departed cat Saint Squeakus, in which I suggested that he and his brother Dante diverged over the matter of pacifism. […]
State of the Shanti, November 2019
Not too long ago, while rummaging through old journals in our storage unit, I found the exact page in November 2016 when I wrote down a hare-brained idea to move aboard a boat. […]
Steerage: Your Boat’s Rube Goldberg Machine
I’d never given much thought to how a boat is steered, you know, mechanically. Turns out it’s basically a big Rube Goldberg machine: I turn the wheel, a drunken ferret craps in the corner of an alternate reality, and the rudder turns. […]
Captain Jack and Quartermaster Autumn
Boatswain Fain
The Sea Shanti
