Coastal Craft 420
I thought we were flying. The bottom of the boat was firmly and properly in contact with the sea, but as I swung the wheel
I thought we were flying. The bottom of the boat was firmly and properly in contact with the sea, but as I swung the wheel
There was a time when a battery charger was almost an afterthoughta gray box with an analog meter that hummed away on the bulkhead, its
Marine batteries, their design, use, and charge/discharge abilities, have been a subject of intense interest within the recreational marine industry for decades. I clearly recall a meeting many years ago, when I worked as a boatyard electrician. I sat in the yard managers office with the manager and one of our long-time customers, a fastidious naval architect who had recently completed a roundtrip passage from New England to Bermuda aboard his 40-foot sloop as part of an organized race. In his hand he had a sheaf of papers which contained neatly written columns recording battery voltages, amperes being used, and the time that each reading was taken, which was roughly hourly, as well as an indication of when and how long the engine was used for charging purposes. He was less than content with the ability of his house battery bank to provide for the modest electrical needs of the vessel. It was equipped, of course, with cabin and navigation lights, communication equipment and radar (the latter only being used occasionally at night), as well as a few other small accessories. Even by the standards of the time, the late 80s, it was an electrically simple boat, yet, the batteries could keep up with its needs.

Smarter steering means frequent, but only short, glances at the chartplotter.

In an emergency, a properly maintained, easy-to-launch life raft can make all the difference.

Why we chose to build our dream version of a Selene 60 from the keel up.

Exploring the Utrechtse Vecht on the redesigned Elling E4.

Two decades after their first circumnavigation, Don and Anja Richards are crossing oceans again to help their son, Keith, kickstart his own cruising dream.

We caught up to the liveaboards at their winter roost in Southwest Alaska to chat about following your dreams and living a life less ordinary.

The gig is more workaday than champagne and caviar, and sometimes the harbor patrol saves our bacon.

How I learned to love the solitude and adventure of cruising with my canine companions.

A veteran sailor brings celestial navigation skills to a motoryacht’s transatlantic passage.

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