Cecelia Curtis & Gary Jones
ANDY BOUGHT OSPREY IN 2013. Osprey lived in Anchorage; Andy lived in the Seattle area — and he had only seen online pictures of her.
Enter longtime Alaska boaters Cecelia Curtis and Gary Jones, who graciously conducted a thorough survey of Osprey and pronounced her to be in Bristol condition.
Without their kind assistance, Andy would still be in the dreaming stage of this trip. Thanks a lot, guys. We owe you.
Crew of the Osprey
I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A PIRATE, someone to knock the stuffing out of Peter Pan types who never want to grow up. Where's the fun in that when one can be an old curmudgeon shaking his fist at the world instead?
The closest I've come to pirate status is leading a band of rowdy scoundrels from the Washington Kayak Club on a reign of terror around waterways and brew pubs of the Salish sea. Terror for us, not the citizenry. Yet we always managed to wash ashore, and here's to washing ashore after this adventure as well.
Stay tuned for my mutiny and subsequent yard arm hanging.
OSPREY'S SKIPPER HAS BEEN MESSING around in small craft since he was a lad. Andy worked summers on commercial fishing boats—and for at least 15 years he has been planning a voyage to Glacier Bay. He acquired Osprey (his fourth boat, not counting a fleet of kayaks) in 2013. Andy is dedicating this trip to his wonderful wife, Marla, who has been more supportive of his adventures than he has any right to expect.
WITH THE OCCUPATION of philosopher king no longer a viable career option, Kinnon chose to follow his father’s footsteps and became a lawyer. Now, lawyer, adventurer and repressed bohemian, he embarks on his next great adventure in the Alaskan wild.
ANDY'S BROTHER BILL is a nautical novice despite his lineage. Formerly a radical newspaper editor in New York and a UN media officer in Bangkok, he lives in NYC and NW Connecticut.
SAM THE SAILOR MAN is the alter ego to the “mild mannered” telecommunications executive I played for most of my career. Now retired, I can let the sailor in me emerge fully as I embark on an Alaskan passage adventure with my lifelong friend, Andy Ryan. The lure of the sea hit me at age eight when I took my first sailing lessons on the Navesink River in Rumson, New Jersey. Those lessons led to an “internship” on my perfectionist father's boats—an “internship” that lasted as long as he was captain of the boat!
More recently, I have enjoyed sailing the high seas off the barrier reef in Belize and throughout the Spice Islands around Grenada. Of course, both of those trips were on charter boats with professional captains and crew, a slightly different scenario from the one we are undertaking now. This will be my first time “crewing” for Skipper Andy and I eagerly await the opportunity to show off Sailor Sam's prowess with any kind of boat. I will endeavor to make the most of this one-of-a-kind experience and have promised my wife, Cathy, that I will not lose another wedding ring at the bottom of the sea. (It's a long story—don't ask!)