September 30, 2012
Saying Good Bye

September 15, 2012
Reflections on Our 27 Year Circumnavigation

September 1, 2012
Sea of Cortez Sailing

August 15, 2012
Back to the Sea of Cortez

August 1, 2012
After Circumnavigation: What to Take, What to Leave Behind

July 15, 2012
Mexican Booby Trap

July 1, 2012
Tackling the Tehuantepec

June 14, 2012
Honduras, El Salvador, Guatemala and Mexico

June 1, 2012
Sailing northern Costa Rica and Nicargua

May 15, 2012
Costa Rican Cruising

May 1, 2012
New Found Friends in Golfito, Costa Rica

April 15, 2012
It’s a Jungle Out There

April 1, 2012
Hunting and Gathering in Panama

March 15, 2012
Money.... Money.... Money

March 1, 2012
Feel Free Transits the Panama Canal

February 15, 2012
Transiting the Panama Canal

February 1, 2012
Feel Free is Back in the Pacific

January 15, 2012
Charter Skipper for a Week

January 1, 2012
Confessions of a Charter Cat Chef

December 15, 2011
Away to the Andamans Part 2

December 1, 2011

November 15, 2011
Sailing in a Freshwater Paradise

November 1, 2011
To Barf or not to Barf, that is the question

October 14, 2011
Remarkable Cruisers

October 3, 2011
The Sea of Cortez, Another World

September 15, 2011
Panama Canal Here We Come

September 1, 2011
Sailing for Humanity

August 15, 2011
A Hard Lesson on the Hard and Reflections on Boat Work

August 1, 2011
Here Come the Lion Fish

July 15, 2011
The Joy of Books

July 1, 2011
The Sailors of San Blas

June 15, 2011
The Good Life in Kuna Yala

June 1, 2011
The Dirt Dweller in Paradise

May 15, 2011
People of the San Blas, Then and Now

May 1, 2011
Cruising in Kuna Yala

April 15, 2011
Near Disaster in the San Blas

April 1, 2011
At Last in the San Blas

March 15, 2011
Chilling Out in Cholon

March 1, 2011
Ah, Cartagena!

February 15, 2011
Cruising the Cape Horn of the Caribbean Part 2

February 1, 2011
Cruising the Cape Horn of the Caribbean Part 1

January 14, 2011
Aruban Interlude

December 30, 2010
Hunkering Down for a Hurricane

December 15, 2010
A Day in the Life - Our Passage to Aruba

December 1, 2010
Stuck in Curacao

November 15, 2010
Stormy Night Sailing

November 1, 2010
Sailing In The Sticks

October 15, 2010
Safety, Security and Circumnavigating with some tips on how to stay safe

October 4, 2010
Feel Free Transits The Suez Canal

September 15, 2010
Red Sea Sailing

September 1, 2010
FEEL FREEs Voyage Into the Red Sea

August 15, 2010
And just a little further, to Curacao

August 1, 2010
Bonaire Diving

July 15, 2010
Then To Bonaire

July 1, 2010
Cruising Remote Venezuelan Isles

June 15, 2010
Cruising St. Vincent

June 1, 2010
Right Place, Right Time

May 15, 2010
The Spice Isle

May 1, 2010
To the Grenadines

April 15, 2010
We Be In Barbados Mon

April 1, 2010
Atlantic Passage Part II

March 15, 2010
Atlantic Passage Part 1

March 1, 2010
Provisioning for the Atlantic Crossing

February 15, 2010
Atlantic Crossing Preparations

February 1, 2010
Cruising the Canary Islands

January 15, 2010
Out Of Africa

January 1, 2010
Come With Me To The High Atlas Mountains.............

December 15, 2009
Two Years Of Mediterranean Sailing

December 1, 2009
Moving On To Morocco

November 18, 2009
Leaving The Med

November 13, 2009
Reaching The Rock Of Gibraltar Milestone

October 15, 2009
Sailing Spains Costa del Sol

October 1, 2009
Sailing Spains Costa del High-rise

September 15, 2009
Sailing The Spanish Isles

September 1, 2009
At Sea Or On The Hook, These Recipes Travel Well

August 15, 2009
An Interlude At Menorca

August 1, 2009
A Pleasant Passage To Menorca

July 15, 2009
The Agony And Ecstasy Of The Tunisian Coast

July 1, 2009
Tripping Around Tunisia

June 15, 2009
Tales From North Africa

June 1, 2009
Dont Freak If Your Fridge Fails

May 15, 2009
Into Africa

May 1, 2009
Meandering Around Malta, Then Off To Tunisia

April 15, 2009
Low-Tech DIY Ideas For The New Economy

April 1, 2009
The Med Set A Few Cruiser Profiles

March 15, 2009
That Sinking Feeling

March 1, 2009
Thailand to Oman: Three Passages, Three Ports

February 15, 2009
Doing Hard Time in Malta

February 1, 2009
Pirate Alley Part 2

January 15, 2009
Pirate Alley Part 1

January 2, 2009
So Many Islands, So Little Time

December 15, 2008
Cruising With The Bear

December 1, 2008
Versatile Vinegar, The Boaters Friend

November 15, 2008
What I Did In This Summer -- Dock Masters In paradise

November 1, 2008
Over The Top Of Oz

October 16, 2008
The Tumultuous Tasman

October 1, 2008
Sweet Memories Of The Splendid Surins

September 15, 2008
And Then We Were In Malta

September 1, 2008
Feel Frees Siracusan Story

August 15, 2008
The Best of Times, The Worst of Times

August 1, 2008
All Tied Up In The Ionians

July 15, 2008
A Greek Odyssey Our Journey to Ithaca

July 1, 2008
Anatomy of a Near Catastrophe

June 15, 2008
Good-bye Turkey, Hello Greece

June 1, 2008
More Winter Cruising in Turkey

May 15, 2008
Winter Cruising in Turkey

April 15, 2008
Talking Turkey: Marmaris Marina Living

April 15, 2008
The Joy Of The Side Trip

April 1, 2008
Return to Marmaris, And The Budget

March 15, 2008
Passing Time And Dodging The Meltemi

March 1, 2008
Home Sweet Home

February 15, 2008
A Little Working, A Little Cruising

February 1, 2008
Working Our Way Around The World

January 15, 2008
Welcome Aboard Feel Free

January 1, 2008
Liz Tosonis and Tom Morkins Feel Free

January 1, 2008
About Tom Morkin and Liz Tosoni

January 1, 2008
About Feel Free

January 1, 2008
Voyage Itinerary

June 1, 2010
Right Place, Right Time

By Tom Morkin

Typically, in our travels, we hear “Oh, too bad you weren’t here last week”, or “yesterday”, or even “two hours ago.” “We just had a dance fest” or “wedding feast” or “music festival”, “parade”, “amazing local art exhibit” or some other special event that we just missed. But sometimes Lady Luck smiles on us and we hear something like what we heard from our Swedish buddies Hakan and Anna of the sailboat Unicorn: “You two arrived on Carriacou at a good time. Tomorrow, on the north coast of the island in the small boat building community of Windward, a boat launching is taking place.”

Yeah great, so what? Why do you mistake me for someone who gives a damn? I was tempted to say. Fortunately, it was one of the few times when I was able to keep my mouth shut long enough to hear why I would give a damn. Hakan and Anna explained that Carriacou is one of the few islands left in the Grenadines where the wooden boat building industry, while it may not be flourishing, is still viable and is even experiencing a mild resurgence.

These Scottish boat builders settled in the village of Windward and evidence remains today not only with the boat building techniques but also with many of the local names having Scottish origins such as McQuilkin, McLawrence, McFarlane, McCloud, McIntosh, Compton, Roberts, etc. During its peak in the early 20th century, as many as 129 trading sloops and schooners were built.

For generations, Windward was the boat building center of the south eastern Caribbean. In the 1700s Scottish estate owners brought in Scottish shipwrights to build sloops and schooners to transport produce from Carriacou to Grenada for onward shipment to Europe.

Although the old fashioned fish boats propelled by sails have been replaced by power boats, there are still locals and outsiders who provide a demand for the traditionally designed and crafted sailing boats, keeping a small number of boat building families busy.

As luck would have it, the 42 foot yacht Zemi, under construction in previous months, was being launched the day after our arrival. We had to be there. So the next day, six of us cruisers took a taxi van to Windward to be part of the event.

Now when a Carriacou built yacht goes into the water for the first time, it does so with a very big splash in more ways than one. For Master boat builder and designer Alwin Enoe and his sons, Chris, Carl and Terry, who use traditional methods and tools like hand saws, hatchets, adzes, and hammers, this was a big day. As is the custom, everyone from near and far was invited to help celebrate, and to help move the 14 ton boat approximately 100 feet from the construction site to the water. We’re not talking about travel lifts, hydraulic trailers or marine railways. We’re talking about 100 men (NOT women- who are not allowed to help) pulling the boat using four part block and tackle as it rolls along over 10 rolling logs.

No doubt, the laying out of copious amounts of rum and beer coupled with the attendance of the local church choir who provide the music, give a party atmosphere to what is really a hard day’s work on the beach.

The boat is supported by logs, three on each side and one at the bow and stern and must be gently put on one side to be rolled along the logs on the ground. So challenge number one is to do it gently, without the use of cranes or other motorized contraptions and without killing anyone. Don’t forget the boat is a keel boat and weighs about 14 tons.

Here’s what they did. They first nailed a couple of one inch by eight inch planks along the length of the boat at the turn of the bilge. (Imagine how a sailboat out of the water viewed from the bow or stern has a wineglass shape. The ‘turn of the bilge’ is that point where the line of the hull goes from predominantly horizontal to vertical.) These are sacrificial planks there to protect the boat’s planks as it rolls along the logs.

Next, the logs propping up the bow and stern are removed. The boat is pushed by several men over to port where a weight is carried by the three vertical logs. The logs on the starboard side fall away.

Now, here comes the really neat and dangerous part. Three men with very sharp axes in a very coordinated way begin to vigorously hack away at the bottoms of those logs supporting the boat. As the chips fly, the boat is slowly eased down until she ‘sort of’ gently comes to rest on her side on the ground. Any mistakes and she comes to rest not so gently on one of the workers. Ouch!

A bridle is placed around the boat and led to two sets of blocks or pulleys which are connected to a two inch line of about 600 feet in length which is anchored out on the reef. The sweaty part begins when the men take to the line and pull for all they’re worth between rum and beer breaks.

Some who didn’t man the line were responsible for repositioning the rear logs to the front of the advancing boat.


As you might expect, gliches occurred. The anchor dragged and had to be reset. The slightly unlevel ground resulted in the boat sometimes veering off course in an alarming fashion but after a couple of hours Zemi was reluctantly coerced into the water. To say she happily and gracefully took to the water wouldn’t be an exaggeration, it would be an outright lie.

A squall struck just as her keel was under water. Dark towers of cumulo nimbus clouds brought wind and rain and blotted out the sun as 40 men took to the water to push her that last 50 feet before she was finally floating free.

It was like she knew life on land might not be that adventurous, romantic or exciting but it was safe. As for the watery world into which she was inexorably pushed, she wasn’t so sure and her doubts were clearly manifest but hey Zemi, How many of us enter this world without some kicking and screaming?

But to the water she did go and a pretty sight she was. She rode high on the water since she was still without an engine and mast. These details will be added at the boatyard in Tyrell Bay on the other side of Carriacou. So the day’s work in Windward was finished which meant it was time for the Jack Iron rum to flow.

Jack Iron rum is another commodity that keeps Carriacou on the map. It is overproof rum, usually in excess of 70% alcohol, so a little goes a long way. Coolers of Jack Iron punch were opened and freely offered as the local church choir sang in one part of the now boat-less boatyard and a banjo player picked in an area scarcely 100 feet away. What a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Following our day at Windward we couldn’t help noticing all the lovely wooden boats we saw throughout our meanderings in the Grenadines and were even more impressed to learn that so many of these creations were from Carriacou. Let’s hope it doesn’t stop.