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Today was a good one, nearly 11 hours of travel, from the first light of sunrise to the last glow of dusk. We dropped anchor just north of Savannah, Illinois, a peaceful spot that’s shaping up to be a solid anchorage. Last night’s was great too, so we’re on a lucky streak. Along the way, we passed Galena, one of Crystal’s favorite towns. Even from the water, its charm was unmistakable, a sweet little highlight in a long day. The biggest victory? We didn’t run aground! That mi

This is where Dubuque’s wealthiest residents live. The homes reminded me of the bluff top where we live, the sweeping views, the generous lots, but these? They’re on a whole other scale. Easily six times the size of the houses on her bluff. They’re not just homes… they’re castles. Dubuque itself is a city steeped in history and charm. Nestled along the Mississippi River, it’s known as the “Masterpiece on the Mississippi” and was founded by French-Canadian fur trader Julien Du

We arrived in Cassville, Wisconsin on Day Three after a series of notable events. The number three has become a theme.. Hazel ran aground three times already. While it might seem unlikely, low river levels make it surprisingly easy to misjudge depth. On the upside, those same low levels have made bridge clearance much simpler. Today we passed under a 61-foot bridge with minimal clearance. We have five bridges of that height to navigate, so precision is key. Fortunately, we’re

We kicked off Day One with a 9:00 a.m. departure from port, marking the official start of our journey. Saying goodbye to Mom was a bit emotional, but spirits were high as we looked ahead to the adventure unfolding. Not long after we got underway, our autopilot decided to quit on us. Thankfully, we managed to troubleshoot and repair it while en route an early win for the crew. Later in the day, we attempted our first anchoring as a team. We thought we had it set just right, an

San Diego, CA A Poem About Sailing Upon the crest of waves I glide, With sails unfurled, my heart my guide. The wind, a whisper, calls my...