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I have created a  S H I N E Y  N E W   W E B S I T E as it looks like this whole sailing thing is really turning into the rest of my life… with my crew Luke, and sailboat Desiree, this cruising season has a lot on the itinerary and I sure am motivated to share it with you. I’ve dropped the Katie (which I nostalgically held onto as she is still my very best friend. Don’t worry she has already forgiven me) and I’ve dropped the Jessie (because you all know me, the one who has hidden behind the screen for all these years) and I’ve dropped the .com and picked up a .net (because unfortunately, it was unavailable) AND NOW WE ARE SIMPLY :

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Luke and I have just arrived back in Portugal where we left the boat in the yard last April. After a really rough sail from England to Portugal, I never even wrote a thing down because I was too busy vomiting, reefing, sleeping, packing up the boat, and then jumping right into work for the preceding 6 months. In that a short amount of time, we managed to get thrown over board, (READ THE STORY HERE) get married in Scotland, and live in America for the first time together. Luke quit his job, moved to America, became a husband, became an uncle, and lost a father – all of these changes happening for him while I had the greatest 5 month hustle of my career. It has been a wild year. Being able to be together without having to count down the days until “goodbye” has been a game changer. Feeling energized and privileged.

For all the reasons above – I’ve gone quiet here on the sailing front. But now I’m back. We’re back. And the next 6 months is dedicated to this here boat, to the sea, to repairs and preparations as we will be sailing her back to Michigan. Most importantly, to be reminded of simplicity, sustainability, and good ole fashion hard work.

So very lucky to have made it to Lagos, Portugal after one very large wave struck us in the middle of the night off Cape Sao Vicente 6 months ago. And now we are here picking up all the pieces. All further stories and images will be posted at ONABOAT.NET so for those of you who are still enjoying this stories evolution… sign on up !

I want to take a minute to thank those of you who have been around from the beginning. From the time I didn’t understand which way the arrow on the wind indicator pointed, to the time when we got towed all the way across the Gulf Stream because Katie and I didn’t trust our ability to sail, to that other time when we had leaky freeze plugs and thought we cracked our engine block…. it’s been a long journey. I never, EVER, imagined I would be crossing oceans double handed. Let alone be able to work out a way to sustain this life. It is a huge privilege. Many of you have helped. From warm meals, cold beers, heartfelt and encouraging emails, second hand boat supplies, financial donations, and the pure enthusiasm for this lifestyle. I would have never made it this many miles if it weren’t for those things, if it weren’t for you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

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FIRST . VIDEO . EVER . And possibly the last.

HEY THERE.  So here’s the deal, I made this video as a surprise for Luke Yeates at our wedding. We had a lot of footage from our Atlantic crossing, and passage from England to Portugal. He had been asking me to string it together all year, and I was avoiding it cause I was overwhelmed by the amount of (crap) footage.

Those of you who have been keeping up with us for a few years, know that I’ve never made a video like this and am a highly unqualified videographer. I put this together as a comedic take on our dynamics aboard S/V Desireé, to share with friends and family at our very small wedding in Scotland. It is unfiltered. I swear a lot. I had no intentions of sharing this publicly. I was back and fourth for the last few months on wanting to re-edit, cutting out the things I wasn’t comfortable sharing. F-bombs. A cigarette. Getting knocked down off of Portugal. The grumpy and irritable version of myself at sea. But I eventually concluded, who cares.

This is how it was, and a re-edit would be unfair. 

The brief back-story is as follows – When we got engaged, we decided we should attempt to sail across an ocean together, if we made it to the other side and still liked each other, then we would plan a wedding. And so we sailed, from Michigan to England, aboard my fathers 1962 Pearson Invicta 37′. It was my first ocean crossing. If you had asked me 5 years ago if I would have never imagined myself crossing an ocean, the answer would have been “absolutely not.”

This is A whopping 16 minute insight of our North Atlantic passage, where we crossed from Newfoundland to England summer of 2017, and England to Portugal, spring of 2018. I have not shared much information about our passage to Portugal, as it was in my opinion, much more challenging than crossing the ocean.  I haven’t quite worked out a way to put it all down. Please know, that I will eventually share it all with you. I promise. I am a retrospect kind of gal. I need time to process.

Desireé is currently on the hard, waiting for us in Portugal. We will return in November to prep her for Atlantic crossing no. 2. We promised my dad we would return his boat back to Michigan. Our tentative route home is loose. Sail south until the butter melts… and then hook a right. During the very long way home, we will be in search of “the next boat”. Our own boat. The boat that might possibly become our home until the end of time. Please send any good leads or suggestions our way, as we will be looking in the Caribbean, and along the East Coast.

At this very moment, Luke and I are at our home base in Michigan… just over here doing my thing at www.jzevalkink.com, while Luke works diligintly in the yard fixing up an old 18 foot catamaran. My head is down and I am in work mode until the fall. Come November, you can count on having us back. I miss writing. I miss being terrified on my night watches. I miss sweaty boatyard life. Friendly marina life. Exotic sea life. I never thought I’d see myself type this, but I MISS BLOGGING.

To be continued.