We finally had the chance to catch up with our sailing friends, Dave and Crystal aboard SV Lotus, at the Annapolis Fall Sailboat Show. It seems sailors only manage to see each other in two places: at anchor or at boat shows! Although SV Lotus is berthed on the Patuxent River just across from Solomons Island, it took a boat show for us to step aboard for the first time. SV Lotus is the brand-new Fountaine Pajot 44, hull #7, and we couldn't resist sharing a quick walkthrough. With its spacious layout, premium finishes, and thoughtful design, this catamaran offers a level of comfort and luxury that leaves little to be desired for life on the water. The Annapolis Fall Sailboat Show is the place where the sailing community gathers each year to catch up, check out what’s new, and, perhaps most importantly, see and be seen. Subscribe and share in our adventure! Become part of the conversation on Facebook by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ As always, please feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

Here is Aria cooking her favorite meal. Around here, if you're old enough to eat, you're old enough to help cook. We taught our kids to cook early, and now the grandkids get kitchen duty too. We're passing along life skills, family traditions, and the knowledge that good food doesn't come from a microwave instruction sheet. Subscribe and share in our adventure! Become part of the conversation by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ Feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

We’re back at what many consider the sailing event of the year, the Annapolis Fall Sailboat Show. This year, our mission was simple: reconnect with friends, enjoy the countless gatherings and parties, and hopefully stumble across a bargain or two. The Annapolis Harbor Construction and City Dock Resiliency & Revitalization Project continues to dominate the waterfront. Ongoing construction has consumed much of the space traditionally occupied by vendor tents. The project's stated goal is flood prevention by holding back the tides. As the bureaucrats call it, "resiliency." As sailors call it, "good luck with that." While Toni and I didn’t come home with any spectacular boat show deals, we more than made up for it in other ways. We spent time with old friends, met new members of the Seawind family, explored the latest boating innovations, and made the rounds at a variety of boat show parties. The Annapolis Fall Sailboat Show remains the place where the sailing community gathers each year to catch up, check out what’s new, and, perhaps most importantly, see and be seen. Subscribe and share in our adventure! Become part of the conversation on Facebook by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ As always, please feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

Toni and I spent the summer tackling a variety of house projects while preparing for our return journey south. Despite our best efforts, it became clear that several critical projects would not be completed before our planned departure. Adding to the challenge were a number of important, difficult-to-schedule medical appointments that simply could not be postponed. This was not an easy decision, but it was the right one based on the realities in front of us. Rather than rushing our departure and carrying these unfinished responsibilities with us, we have decided to winterize “Moments in Time” and place her on the hard for the season. This winter will give us the opportunity to focus on our health, complete our home projects, and begin the process of sorting through 28 years of accumulated treasures, or as our kids like to call it, "junk." We've committed to dedicating five hours each day toward these goals. Come April, we hope to relaunch "Moments in Time" and continue our adventures with fewer obligations, and the peace of mind that comes from knowing we've taken care of the things that matter most. This is just a moment in time. Subscribe and share in our adventure! Become part of the conversation by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ Feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

In https://youtu.be/lJUtr1vxvl0?si=tmL9tyKW0nTyPCHZ we tied up at Coinjock Marina and headed straight for the restaurant's famous prime rib. Sadly, Toni was recovering from oral surgery and had to admire this culinary masterpiece from a safe distance. Being the supportive husband that I am, I bravely tasted enough for both of us. We agreed that someday we'd return and make things right. What we didn't know was that for 35 years we had been driving to the Outer Banks and passing within a mile of Coinjock Marina without ever stopping. Apparently, the Prime Rib Gods were playing the long game. This year, the tides, stars, highways, and dining destiny finally aligned, giving us another chance to savor a truly delicious Moment in Time. Subscribe and share in our adventure! Become part of the conversation on Facebook by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ As always, please feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

One thing I've learned from making videos is that you don't notice background noise until you're editing. What seemed quiet at the time often turns into hours of audio cleanup. Despite doing our best to control the environment, I usually spend more time fixing the audio than anything else. Here are a few examples of what I'm up against. Feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts. Subscribe and share the adventure! Become part of the conversation by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/

I’ve never been fond of a nor’easter, and any sailor worth their salt will likely agree. For those fortunate enough to be unfamiliar with this beast, a nor’easter is exactly what it sounds like: a stiff blow charging in from the northeast, usually carrying cold rain, colder wind, and a generally rotten attitude. Out on the Atlantic, the wind has miles upon miles of open water to stretch its legs. With all that fetch, it stirs the sea into a frothy, angry mess of steep waves and whitecaps. The Chesapeake Bay isn't spared either. When a nor’easter comes calling, the East Coast hunkers down, low-lying waterfronts take a pounding, and Mother Nature reminds everyone who really holds the helm. Fortunately, Toni and I are safely tucked into our home rather than riding it out on the hook. And what does one do when a nor’easter rattles the windows and growls through the rigging? First, prepare a hearty, soul-warming meal. Second, conduct a thorough inspection of the wine stores to ensure at least two bottles of deep red are standing by for emergency morale support. Safety first, after all. So while the wind whistles, the rain drums on the deck ashore, and the seas do their best impression of a washing machine, we'll be riding out the storm from the comfort of our bunkers with full bellies and topped-up glasses. Fair winds, safe passages, and well-protected anchorages to all our friends caught out there. May your ground tackle hold, your foul-weather gear stay dry, and your coffee remain in the mug. Subscribe and share in our adventure! Become part of the conversation on Facebook by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ As always, please feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

We hit some rough seas on our run south. With the screecher rigged, we had to lower the bowsprit, not realizing the tie downs would chafe against our anchor bridle. Waves coming over the bows pushed the bridle against the Dyneema—and the Dyneema won. Rather than spend a windy night at anchor wondering about the bridle’s strength, we built a new one and added anti chafe protection for peace of mind. We’ll keep an eye on it and make adjustments as needed. Feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts. Subscribe and share the adventure! Become part of the conversation by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/

After sailing “Moments in Time” around the Chesapeake Bay and down the coast to Florida for two and a half years, the old girl finally hinted that it was time for some classic boat TLC. Warmer winter waters had turned her bottom paint into a buffet for marine freeloaders, and everything below the waterline looked like it had hosted a barnacle family reunion. A haul out was no longer optional—it was an act of love. First order of business: raising the waterline in the stern by two inches. The factory must’ve assumed everyone installs a generator up front—we didn’t, so she always looked like she was wearing saggy pants. Then came sanding the bottom and giving her two fresh coats of Petit Triton ablative black paint, plus a bonus coat in the high wear zones. The Gori props and saildrives were so barnacle encrusted they could’ve passed as archaeological finds, so we ground them back and treated them with PellerClean instead of PropSpeed this time. Underwater lights got a dose of LightSpeed to keep the critters at bay, all zincs were swapped out, and the saildrive oil was changed. Then came the Great Pinstripe Debate. The stripe along the hulls was looking a little ratty—should we replace it or just let it retire gracefully? We chose the latter. Fenders rub it off anyway, and Moments in Time looked cleaner without it. Finally, she got the full spa treatment: wash, wax, polish—the whole makeover. A week later, she slipped back into the water looking shiny, refreshed, and more than a little proud of herself. Amazing what a good detail can do for a lady. Subscribe and share in our adventure! Become part of the conversation on Facebook by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ As always, please feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

We are back in Manteo, North Carolina enjoying a nice dinner at our favorite restaurant, 1587, when the grandkids casually reminded me that it’s time to update the Sailing with No Agenda trailer.” I remembered how painful it was last year. A true test of patience and editing skills. But how bad could it be? They’re a whole year older and practically seasoned professionals. So lets do it. Subscribe and share in the adventure! Become part of the conversation by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ Feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

Our five-year mission—bold, improbable, and fueled by salt air and stubborn optimism—has been to go where no one has gone before. These are the voyages of "Moments in Time". Who could have imagined that a meager little YouTube channel called “Sailing with No Agenda”, launched more than five years ago with nothing but a dream and a camera, would still be here today? Yet here we are: 100 episodes later. Still meager, still scrappy, still afloat… and still telling our story. Join us as we celebrate this milestone by looking back at some of our favorite episodes and answering the questions we hear most often from fellow sailors we meet along the way. Sailing with No Agenda began as a way to document the journey from dream to reality—how we found a boat, how we paid for it, what options we chose, how we brought her home, and everything that’s happened since. Now, retired and truly sailing with no agenda aboard our Seawind 1260, "Moments in Time", the adventure continues. Come raise a virtual glass with us. Here’s to 100 episodes behind us… and hopefully 100 more ahead. Wish us luck—and thank you to everyone who has subscribed, supported, or is about to join the crew. Subscribe and share in our adventure! Become part of the conversation on Facebook by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ As always, please feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

When the crows start loitering and the cawing becomes too loud, and the fat squirrels start wobbling across the yard, you know the figs have hit peak ripeness. With an assembled elite team of Lila and Isaac, we went on fig patrol and shooed off the crows, outmaneuvered the squirrels, and managed to rescue enough figs for a well-earned treat. Back in the kitchen, Peter and Chef Lila sliced and diced the fresh figs, drizzled generous amounts of honey on top like culinary artists, splashed in a bit of lemon juice, and simmered the whole mix down until it transformed into a thick, glorious fig jam. Once cooled, we spooned the jam over cake bowls, built a skyscraper of whipped cream, and crowned each masterpiece with cherries. A “healthy” dessert and a shared moment in time that’s sweeter than the figs we fought so hard to save. Subscribe and share in our adventure! Become part of the conversation by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ Feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

Sometimes you just need to slip away to a place where no one knows your name. For Toni and me, that place has become St. John’s Creek—tucked off St. Leonard Creek, tucked off the Patuxent River—a sanctuary within a sanctuary. It’s quiet, protected, and perfectly suited for kicking our feet up while the shoreline wildlife and the parade of birds overhead provide the entertainment. On our last visit, we discovered a tiny deserted beach, the kind that feels like it appears only for those who truly need it. It was too perfect not to return with a proper picnic. So we packed a basket with the good stuff, grabbed our beach chairs, loaded up the Miss Annemarie, and set off to create another moment in time. Our first course set the tone: delicate blinis crowned with caviar, caprese bites bursting with freshness, and blue cheese stuffed olives with just the right briny punch. The second course was a playful masterpiece—liver pâté topped with muenster, shielding a thin slice of kosher dill pickle from the almighty Mt. Olive, all resting on pumpernickel tea bread. For variety, we added crisp garden cucumbers atop a cream cheese–onion mixture, finished with fresh dill and tucked between slices of rye tea bread. Dessert was its own celebration: French éclairs, coconut wrapped macarons, and warm apple strudel. And because every great picnic deserves a flourish, we toasted it all with the finest pink champagne. Eventually, the radar nudged us back to reality. Thunderstorms were marching toward St. John’s Creek, so we returned to Moments in Time, packed up, and made our way back to Solomons. Once home, we weren’t quite ready to let the magic fade—so we grilled Asian infused sticky ginger scallion soft shell crabs for dinner. What a day. What a feast. What great Moments in Time. Oh my… oh my…my…my. Subscribe and share in our adventure! Become part of the conversation on Facebook by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ As always, please feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

I rebuilt the data from yet another failed CD that I committed all my memories to 25 years ago. It goes to show you that how important moments in time are. I needed something to store seasonal clothes and blankets in and thought of another trunk. I came across a pristine Secor Champion Wall Trunk from 1903 and doled out the cash in a blink of an eye. These trunks are highly sought after and I was lucky to get this one, and the best part, there was nothing that had to be fixed or restored. The M.M. Secor Trunk Company was a major late-19th-century trunk and traveling bag manufacturer in Racine, Wisconsin, founded in 1861 by Bohemian immigrant Martin Mathias Secor (1841–1911). Known for producing durable, stylish trunks like the "Champion Wall Trunk," the company became one of the largest in the Midwest. M.M. Secor trunks are highly prized by antique collectors, often recognized by their specialized nailhead trim, embossed metal panels, and robust construction. And like all trunks, they carried a history. What stories could this one tell? Who owned it? Where had it traveled? What treasures once rested inside? Some answers were written on the trunk tray. A rare find indeed. Another trunk rescued, another trunk ready to collect new moments in time." Subscribe and share in our adventure! Become part of the conversation on Facebook by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ As always, please feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

Toni and I packed an old fashioned picnic into a vintage wicker basket handed down from my mother — the kind that already feels like it holds a century of stories. Wanting the day to be special, we filled it with the finest delicacies and the best ten dollar bottle of champagne money can buy. We dropped the dinghy, the ever faithful Miss Annemarie, and motored toward the secluded curve of Peterson’s Point, determined to avoid any wandering Looky Lous. Once ashore, we spread our picnic blanket, unfolded our beach chairs, and settled into the quiet rhythm of the shoreline. Our feast unfolded in three indulgent acts. First Course — Hors d’oeuvres We began with blinis crowned with the “finest” caviar, Middle Eastern olives stuffed with blue cheese, and caprese bites made from heirloom cherry tomatoes, fresh basil, and mozzarella pearls skewered on toothpicks carved — in legend, if not in fact — from the noble American Chestnut. Second Course — Tea Sandwiches Next came the tea sandwiches: silky liver pâté layered with God’s own pickles and topped with muenster, all resting on pumpernickel. Beside them, crisp cucumber slices lounged atop my signature cream cheese and onion blend, finished with sprigs of fresh dill and tucked neatly between slices of rye. Third Course — Sweets For dessert, we indulged in chocolate French éclairs, coconut crusted macarons, and warm apple strudels — a trio that could tempt even the most disciplined sailor. Each course was accompanied by generous pours of champagne served in the finest crystal flutes we dared to bring aboard. As we ate, the soft slap of waves against the beach kept time with the breeze, creating a soundtrack perfectly suited for another unforgettable Moment in Time. Subscribe and share in the adventure! Become part of the conversation by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ Feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts. CJPF0MBSZX8OMZKV

When our family gathers for a crab feast, it’s all hands on deck. Someone scouts out a bushel of lively number ones, another opens their home port, and a third fires up the steaming gear. We divvy up the chores, split the cost, and brace for the glorious chaos that follows. There’s laughter over the cracking shells, stories traded across the table, and crabby fingers marking the passage of time. We share the costs, share the mess — and most of all, share the moments in time. Subscribe and share in our adventure! Become part of the conversation by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ Feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

It began subtly—an occasional slip, a momentary hesitation. Then the winches grew stubborn, sticking and losing their reliability. A sailboat without trustworthy winches is little more than a motorboat, so the situation demanded attention. These winches are only two years old, always protected, yet Lewmar reminded us that even well kept gear needs annual care. I’d dreaded the task, but the EVO design makes servicing surprisingly simple. Armed with winch grease, pawl oil, and a spare parts kit, I took them apart piece by piece. Ninety minutes per winch, most of it spent cleaning away the hidden grime. When it was done, the winches spun smooth and strong again—and I gained both confidence and experience. Another project complete… and many more waiting in the wings. Subscribe and share in our adventure! Become part of the conversation on Facebook by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ As always, please feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

The only redeeming feature of July’s swampy doldrums is that it’s the magical moment when my heirloom tomatoes finally decide to ripen. These divas have been pampered since spring—started from seed, chauffeured through multiple transplants, fussed over like royalty—and at long last, after an age and a half, they begin to blush. That first hint of red triggers all sorts of lip smacking, tomato centric daydreams of gorging on real garden grown heirlooms. Under my vigilant supervision, I’ve relocated praying mantises to their leafy thrones, run daily security sweeps for Japanese beetles, encouraged parasitic wasps to set up a neighborhood watch against the dreaded hornworm, and fine tuned the automatic watering system like a NASA engineer. After all this devotion, I have earned—fair and square—the sacred right to enjoy the first tomato before anyone else. This presents a small challenge, of course, because Toni loves these tomatoes too. So I’ll simply bide my time until she heads out on an errand, at which point I shall claim what is rightfully mine. After all, scripture is clear: “Thou who nurtures the garden before the Lord shall reap its bounty.” And that blessed nurturer… is ME. Subscribe and share in our adventure! Become part of the conversation by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ Feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

We wrapped up our evaluation of the new Seawind 1160XL with a short demonstration sail—an ideal way to see how she behaves when the breeze is barely cooperating. Any boat can look impressive in heavy air; it’s the light wind days that reveal true performance and determine whether you’re sailing or reaching for the throttles. Conditions couldn’t have been better for this test: gentle winds of 5–10 knots across the protected waters of the South River, just south of Annapolis. Even in the scant 5 knot puffs, the 1160XL slipped along at 2.5 knots and came alive quickly when the gusts arrived. The refinements in the 1160XL breathe new life into the iconic 1160 line, ensuring this beloved model will continue to shine well into the future. See our previous Seawind 1160XL episodes: Sneak Peek at the New Seawind 1160XL - https://youtube.com/shorts/bJFh0NbcaKQ?si=C2oFUSeAUMVeJZjR Episode 96 - Exploring the New Seawind 1160XL - https://youtu.be/uM7bHd-28mo?si=KWg7NIK6nZ_0WGSg We want to thank Sail Away Catamarans, the goto dealer along the Atlantic Coast, for allowing us access to film this first Seawind 1160XL in the United States. Please check https://sailawaycatamarans.com/ for more information on the Seawind 1160XL and other catamarans for sail, charter, and ASA Training. Subscribe and share in the adventure! Become part of the conversation by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ Feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.

Another slideshow hauled up from the depths of CD wreckage. Toni had long since declared a no more stray trunks aboard policy, and for a while I sailed under that flag… at least until this beauty crossed my bow. The moment I spotted this trunk for sale, I knew she was something special. A true heavy duty steamer—built like a ship’s hull, dressed in ornate hardware, fancy latches, extra wooden ribs, and wrapped in stamped faux alligator metal sheathing. She was in remarkable condition, the kind of trunk that had clearly never been stowed at the bottom of a cargo pile in a ship’s hold. This one belonged to someone of rank. When I asked about her history, the seller told me she had been in the family for generations and once belonged to a steamship captain who sailed the Great Lakes and Atlantic coastlines. The trunk had lived most of its life in the captain’s quarters, and later under the watchful care of his heirs. The only work ever done was a simple re lining of the interior. I bought the trunk—or perhaps I bought the story of the trunk—with a promise that she’d continue her long, respected voyage with me. I made a few repairs to the tray, and Ben and I carried her into the living room. When Toni came home, she was… let’s just say, less than thrilled, and ordered us to get that thing off her deck immediately. I stalled, hoping the winds would shift. After a week—and a bit of gentle, subliminal navigation—Toni finally saw the trunk for the treasure she was. Today, the Captain’s Trunk serves as our living room coffee table, and inside it we stow the board games of our youth—our own little cargo of memories. Here’s hoping the Captain’s Trunk is ready to gather new moments in time on this next leg of her journey. Subscribe and share in our adventure! Become part of the conversation on Facebook by liking https://www.facebook.com/SV.MomentsInTime/ As always, please feel free to comment and let us know your thoughts.