Russell Carlisle

I have no earthly idea what I did to this computer on the last entry but it seems the only way to cure it was to quit and start Part Two. So to continue our story we had just escaped the pirates and…             We made it all the way […]

Today was Red Dress Day, a cause I certainly support given my heart history, and we had our own Red Letter Day. I cannot wait to tell you all about it but first we have a little catching up to do and tell you how we got to Anchorage Marina. Yesterday was a bad computer day and

We have decided to open a new business to help supplement our fuel bills. It will be called Looper Pooper Scoopers. Our motto is “your #2 is our #1”. And today we had a dry…er…wet run on our own boat to check out our proficiency. More on the outcome later.     Parked directly behind

Sailors used to refer to areas where there was no wind to move the boat as the doldrums. Well here Islamorada we have plenty of wind but little to do. So there is consequently little to share with our readers. I feel like I will disappoint those who seek a little adventure with us each

Before we return to our exciting adventure, let me pause to catch you up on our friends. 20BUCK$, as far as we know, is still sitting at Marina Jack’s in Sarasota. They paid for the month of January and Ken is bound to to get his money’s worth. Wayne and Francine on My Way were

    We awoke at 5am today to prepare for our trip to the Dry Tortugas. I was ready to tell you all about the beautiful fish and coral that we would see while snorkeling but alas it was not to be. Oh we got up on time, we dressed and packed our backpacks and

We were up at the usual time and after breakfast onboard we took out the bikes and went exploring. There seems to be pockets of poverty down here where people, possibly illegals, live in squalid trailers. Apparently the economy depends on having seasonal workers and it is hard to get people on the mainland to travel

Yesterday we awoke in the Everglades to an eerie stillness and fired up all sorts of noise with a generator to cook breakfast and then twin diesels to get underway. Raising the anchor was a simple job compared to the last time we did this in the black mud of the Ten Saw River. I

When I was but a young lad the Commander and I spent many a pleasant afternoon on his big screened in front porch gaining knowledge on a myriad of subjects. Somehow he had come across a book written perhaps in the 20’s or 30’s called “Boy Scouts in Florida” about a group of Boy Scouts

We are spending our second night at Rose Marina on Marco Island. It has been most productive and a lot of fun.  Today we decided to wash the boat with a Kool-Aid bath even though we will be back out in the Gulf tomorrow. It pays to stay ahead of the salt because it is working