By Susannah As I sat in the office in Erie, my last port as an intern, I struggled to provide a summation of my tall ships experience....

By James My last sail of the festival summer began in Sarnia, Ontario. That final evening was spent in a hectic frenzy of dragging my sea...

By Candace I have always understood butterflies to be an omen of good fortune. Whenever I see these flying friends, I take them to be...

The flies were incessant that afternoon. As we slapped them from our ankles, Candace told me that it meant a storm was brewing somewhere...

By Candace The transit to Kingsville, Ontario, on Picton Castle last week was spent, for the most part, docked in Algonac, Michigan....

While sailing on Niagara, I participated in the “T’gallant” show, an aptly named event featuring the hidden talents of our crew members....

By James Sailing for fourteen months on Picton Castle’s seventh circumnavigation not only gave me a unique perspective on life, but made...

By Susannah When I got frustrated at my first spat of benthic mud on my white button down, Wilmer just laughed. “That’s the best part,”...

By Candace On Sunday night in Kenosha, Susannah, James, and I moved onto Picton Castle. Before boarding, the only thing I knew about the...

By Candace The U.S Brig Niagara is a prevailing vessel, a Leviathan of ships. With apparent ease, it manages to move its...

By Susannah I know the deep azure of Lake Michigan well -- she glints and flirts with me -- and how the algae green of Lake Erie slides...

By James I moved into a cramped fo’c’sle bunk aboard Pride of Baltimore II the night of Sunday, July 21. With all my gear pressed between...

By Candace Bay City helped me to get my feet back on the ground, quite literally. Time to connect with the Jack Pines and Sugar Maples,...

By Susannah Unsolicited advice from someone not qualified to offer any: 1. Make sure you know how to spell your coworker’s names. I’m...

By Candace Sometimes I wonder what spawned my incorrigible indecisiveness. Often, my inability to make decisions creates holes in my life...

By James From Buffalo to Cleveland, Cleveland to Bay City. The time I had to sail on Denis Sullivan exceeded all hopes. I got my first...

By Susannah Living on a museum is bizarre, for lack of a better word. I’ve never considered myself all that interesting, but now I’m a...

By Candace On Sunday, I moved on the Pride of Baltimore II. I almost cried when I saw the ceilings were about 7 feet tall. No more...

The past few days on Niagara have been the most physically and mentally demanding days of my life. I was immediately thrown into sail...

Editor's note: Candace, James and Susannah transited the Welland Canal from Lake Ontario into Lake Erie on their way to Basil Port of...