Oh, how I long for the good ole cruising days of yore—when we happily believed we were just killing all the reefs, not everything alive in the ocean. When sailing ‘hot’ meant fast, not warm. When hurricane season was less ...

Years of cruising aboard a small yacht has taught my wife and me how to dance around a cockpit without hindering or injuring each other. Our movements are almost choreographed, a kind of nautical soft-shoe-shuffle that, for the most part, ...