Terceira

It was difficult to say goodbye to Sao Jorge; we’ve made lifelong friends there, so of course we will return!  An 8-hour sail in light winds brought us to the island of Terceira. At Angra do Heroismo, Terceira we were able to anchor with our refreshed windlass and enjoyed life on the hook for a…

Faja Coffee

There is a hidden gem on the faja of Vimes on Sao Jorge; one of many, I’m sure, as we continue to unearth the wealth of this island.  We took a drive out to the faja, sat back and relaxed in the quiet scene, while we sipped on luscious cups of home grown, hand processed…

“People, Let’s Go!”

Sao Jorge had quickly become our home away from home.  Bill (s/v Calico Skies) stayed for an entire week before returning to his wife and boat in Lisbon, and together we visited Sao Jorge’s highlights.  Between excursions, we enjoyed the company of Filipe and his extended family.  Around the harbor and downtown in Velas, we…

Pico’s Vineyards

  We’d watched the many phases of Pico Alto (clouded/clear/rainy/clouded) from our slip at Horta; the highest volcanic peak in the Azores at 2351m (7713ft).  We’d pondered whether to hike Pico Alto.  The trek requires an early start because the mountain only allows a certain number of people per day.  Without a great anchorage for…

Caldeira at Faial

I wouldn’t have imagined that a caldeira hike would really be entertaining, ’round a circular trail keeping the same view for the entirety, but the caldeira at Faial proved me wrong.  The view was not only stunning, but it did change as we moved ’round the caldeira; shapes morphed as if we were flipping through…

The Famous, Peter of Horta

Our first steps on solid ground at Horta, Faial led us instinctively to Peter’s Cafe Sport; the world renown sailors’ bar. This year celebrates 100 YEARS during which Peter’s Cafe Sport has been serving sailors, not only the most delicious gin-with-a-hint-of-passion-fruit & tonics, but also assisting sailors with money exchange, receiving/sending mail, general information, and weather forecasting. …

Detour Sails Again

Brian and I said, “Farewell, Maine!” and set sail one evening from Portland. The forecast looked uneventful, and we headed east. There were only hints of a breeze as we crossed the Gulf of Maine; this being our third time through this area of ocean, each trip having had incredibly settled weather and glassy seas.…

Holbrook Island Sanctuary

Sometimes, a couple of necessary boat projects lead us to marvelous locations; maybe Detour has it’s own agenda. We’d made several attempts to refill our composite, 10lb propane tank; each time unsuccessfully.  This is nothing new.  For some reason, unbeknownst to me, in the United States people are terrified of composite propane tanks and refuse to…

Hint of the Arctic

On a particularly dreary day, sailing along Maine’s coast and shivering beneath two layers of clothing beneath foul-weather gear, nothing lifts morale quite like puffins! Puffins live their lives at sea; they return to rocky shoreline burrows on remote islands only during breeding season when they re-join their mates.  There’s a lot of catching up…

Damariscove Island

Brian and I enjoyed this little gem, all to ourselves, for the afternoon. Damariscove Island was one of the earliest settlements in Maine. The Abenaki Native American tribe were the first to inhabit the island. During the 1600’s, Europeans arrived and transformed the island into a bustling fishing harbour. Later, Damariscove became a family owned…