Guysborough
Night docking in Guysborough, Nova Scotia
The wind had been rising all night. I lay in my bunk, listening to the familiar hum of One Ocean’s hull slicing through the waves, but I couldn’t sleep. It was still two hours before my watch, yet the pitch of the wind told me conditions were changing. We’d been short-handed the night before, a
Online Class
Live Classroom in Laurentian Channel
One Ocean has been banging through choppy seas for more than 24 hours. The wind has calmed, but the water—stirred up by days of windstorms—remains restless, confused, and hard on the crew. Some have been seasick, all of us uncomfortable. Now, with the first light of morning, the sea is finally
Lark's Harbour
What's taking so long!!????
I’ve been fascinated with wind since I was a child. I loved a good storm, and strong winds moved me so deeply I would write poetry about them. When my dad bought a sailboat, our family explored the Gulf Islands in British Columbia. Those adventures remain some of my best memories. I loved sitting on
Nain
Stormbound in Nain, Labrador
Stormbound in Nain, Labrador There was a storm brewing off Labrador—one that quickly grew into back-to-back systems, nearly hurricane strength. We pushed One Ocean hard to reach shelter, aiming for the most northern settlement on Labrador Island: Nain, an Inuit community nestled in the wilderness
Volunteer Bob
Personal Reflections as a One Ocean volunteer
It all probably started 3-4 years ago when I started to watch Mike Beemer’s Tech Tips on the Skagit Valley College/ Marine Tech Program’s “Scallywags” YouTube Channel (highly recommended by the way). So, after owning sailboats (3), plus cruising and racing in and around the Salish Sea for 40+ years
Baffin Island
Acts of Service
As we swing at anchor in Kangiqtugaapik—in Inuktitut—also known as Clyde River, Patricia Inlet on Baffin Island, the wind howls through the rigging at a steady 22 knots, gusting over 30. One Ocean creaks, and I hear the water lapping against her hull. I’m curled up in my bunk. The crew is still
Beluga
Leaving the Northwest Passage
We departed Fort Ross, on the east side of Bellot Strait, early Tuesday morning, September 2. We’ve just passed our first official icebergs. Not floes or sheets like the ones we navigated earlier, but true icebergs. Sea ice forms when ocean water freezes into flat sheets that drift with wind and
One Ocean anchored in the Northwest Passage - Summer's Harbour
There are no trees on the moon
So far, the Arctic region has consisted primarily of flat tundra—formed several thousands of years ago by glaciers. Dave, who crewed on the 2009/10 Around the Americas expedition and has joined us for the Northwest Passage portion of this journey, often describes traveling through the Northwest
Radar
Threading the Needle - Sailing through Ice in the NW Passage
It’s my turn at the helm. I’ve been on watch with Grace and Mark since 10 p.m., and it’s now 12:30 a.m.—an hour and a half left before a crew change. It’s 32 degrees outside, no wind, but lots of fog. We’re lucky to be able to steer from inside. Despite the intensity of the situation, the cabin is
Herschel Island
Navigating the Northwest Passage: Science, Stories & Stewardship
Navigating the Northwest Passage: Science, Stories & Stewardship One Ocean is now deep in the Northwest Passage, traversing Inuit territory in the Inuvialuit Settlement Region—a place where land, ice, and culture are intimately tied. This region of the Arctic is starkly beautiful, shaped by wind
Annette teaching me how to cut salmon for drying
When in Nome
When in Nome we had time to roam… 15 days to be exact. Our last watch before arriving in Nome was one of the most memorable. Mike and I were on watch from 10 to 2, scanning the water carefully for the countless logs that drifted ahead of us. Dodging them required more focus as the wind shifted and
Nome
A treasure in Nome
July 24, 2025 Position: Approaching 70°N Latitude, Arctic Ocean The time is 7:15 a.m. We have 10 knots of wind and are sailing at 6 knots—stretching out the quiet for as long as possible as the wind gently fades. The sky has finally opened up. A golden-orange sunrise spills across the horizon