Galley Wench Tales

Exploring the world through the people we meet
and the food they eat.

Sailing in Fog

  The calm, clear anchorage from the night before transformed into the morning to a dense fog. We picked our way past the boats we remembered parked next to us the night before, toward the ferry dock, and from there toward shore and the dinghy dock. Port Townsend...


We (still) no longer own a boat. We’re fortunate our friends Chris and Chris generously let us join them on their sail into Canada.* They’ve penciled in a month for their trip from Seattle up into British Columbia’s Desolation Sound. We’re...