In 2010, the sailing vessel Silas Crosby departed Vancouver Island bound for the south. I spent almost two years aboard. For most of that two years it was a crew of two: me and my uncle Steve, who built the boat when I was young. I spent most of my summers while growing up on board the boat with Steve or John (another uncle) and their families. This trip was a lifelong dream of Steve’s and I was fortunate enough to have been invited along. Along the way we stopped in the US, Mexico, the Galapagos, Easter Island and spent almost a year cruising the Chilean channels from Valdivia to Puerto Williams, south of Tierra del Fuego. As with any journey of such distance and length it is nearly impossible to sum it all up in a few sentences. However, between Steve and I, we wrote down more than a few. For a detailed, astute and often humorous account, check out Steve’s blog. Once I left the boat in Puerto Williams, Steve had a few friends join him for the year-long journey home.

I have listed below a few of my own posts which are either favourites or posts I feel are particularly illustrative of a moment.

Soon Has Come: the first post, and as much of an explanation as to why I did this at all as there is anywhere.

Somehow: getting ready to go offshore

These Days That Slide: I wrote a hundred words a day for every day between Mexico and the Galapagos.

This is a Travel Blog: Some travel in the Galapagos

For What Might We Trade These Tiny Little Miseries: I bought a motorcycle and rode it around Chile for a while. It wasn’t that great. But it produced some great writing. See also: Saturn Through a Telescope

Couldn’t Make It Up If I Tried: An epic story in the Bolivian altiplano.

Back in Valdivia, I was the Queen of the Tuesday Market, and I reflected a bit on the Dimlights/Brightlights of my trip away from the boat.

Here Again We Are Away: We set off again for the south and the chilean fjords. The blogging dies off after this due to remoteness and other points of focus. The abundance of photographs from this section of the trip make up for the lack of words, I think.