The smell of fresh homemade pancakes from a Betty Crocker cookbook recipe wafted through the galley of Nor’easter. I cooked … Continue reading Paradise
We walked through the dirty port, jumped over several muddy grey puddles, avoided the garbage scattered everywhere, and turned onto … Continue reading Dragons and Mantas and Monkeys, Oh My!
My dad held the boat off the steep cliffs of the small island that housed Swallows Cave. He had just … Continue reading Tales from Tonga
We tied a bowline into the eye of the mooring and put on our equipment. Our friend Gemma told us … Continue reading “Crikey Mate” – Steve Irwin