Middelfart, Denmark was the perfect haven for us as a storm dumped rain and blew stiff winds through this genteel northern European land....

We radioed ahead to the Marstal marina, as has been our custom in England, France, Belgium and Germany. But no one answered our call....

Marstal Havn Waves of relief washed over us as we entered the Elbe River into Cuxhaven, at the entrance to the Kiel Canal in Germany. Bye...

We’re in Berlin to freshen up and get some work done. Berlin is home away from home, more beautiful each year. We stay near Humboldt...

Having survived “Gale Day” in Terschelling quite enjoyably after discovering the Dutch practice of “niksen,” or doing nothing, we were...

In the dark and imposing marina in Borkum, which most of our fellow sailors said was best avoided, Max announced that he and Mette would...

“Killing time” on Terschelling was a visit to paradise. But these fragile islands are not only beautiful. During World War II, they were...

Two hours after our arrival in Terschelling, the wind blew the rainclouds away, revealing a strong, white sun. As we walked into town, we...

We giggled with relief after making it through the 30-minute shallow gauntlet that Texel harbor master Willem Oosterhaven had...

Texel looked like a ghost town by the time we returned from a few landlubbing days in Haarlem and Hilden. On this quaint island with as...

The Solomons jumped across the Pond to Düsseldorf, joining the Geilebrügge family to celebrate Grandmother Margret’s birthday and help...

Crisp air, blue skies, and a blazing sun greeted us on Texel, the largest of the Wadden Islands off the northwest tip of Holland. Any...

We were racing against the clock. Having launched from Nieuwpoort, Belgium, we wanted to make it through the Rotterdam channel before...

Day 7, Nieuwpoort, Belgium. The alarm went off at six. Our ring tone is “Scavenger” in the iPhone, an upbeat tune. Within 30 minutes we...

Once Timo, the young electrician/store clerk, performed the boat version of open-heart surgery and gave us a full battery transplant, our...

Timo, the bespectacled young store clerk/electrician, said he would call first thing Friday morning with some answers. The night before,...

When our halyard snapped suddenly (crack!) as we rolled downwind from Eastbourne to Dover along the south coast of England, Gero grabbed...

Bonjour, Dunkerque! On our maiden voyage on Star Mist, we woke up with the seagulls in Swanwick, England, broad reaching ahead of...

Provisions? Check. Passage planning? Check. Instruments and weather forecast? Check. Sad to leave the Hamble River, we are nonetheless...

We woke to crystaline blue skies in the Ardantrive Bay, broad reaching off Kerrera Isle toward the Sound of Jura off the North Atlantic....