Warning: This post is full of crap. “Ugh, disgusting! Who didn’t flush the toilet?” It was a familiar call ringing through our house when we lived back on land. It’s wasn’t their fault though. Kids come into this world knowing how to poop, not knowing what to do with it afterward. That’s our job as…
437 miles. 2 months in, and we’ve moved a grand total of 437 miles in our new floating home Twig. For reference, in our land life we often traveled to my parent’s house in Grand Lake, CO on weekends. That was a 200 mile round trip, which took a total of 4 hours (2 each…
Wednesday was a day for the books. I’d complain, but what transpired was at least mostly partially my fault. First, the pooper was full. That in itself is no big deal. Part of the boat life, similar to RV life, is figuring out when and where to dump out the holding tanks. I knew this…
I’m wholly dissatisfied with existing systems of mythology to explain things, so I decided to make up my own. The first fable in the new Twigsian universe will be about three siblings, a squirt gun, and a sailboat. Luna was the guardian of the moon. She was a bit of a seat hog, and was…
Last week we drove about 1700 miles from Denver, CO to Brunswick, GA. Halfway through Missouri, my mile addled mind saw a funny road sign that seemed peculiarly pertinent. “All you need is love….and a sail boat”. I mean….obviously. But it seemed like a strange thing for the department of transportation to put on a…