"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines.

Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." -Mark Twain

>> Friday, October 28, 2011




The literal ocean currently surrounding our existence is pure and powerful. Every moment is hewn with unbearable beauty, unknown wonders, and a certain risk that we embrace. The spontaneousness within this natural medium is a comfortable challenge that we willingly merge with. The hydraulic and ultraviolet frequencies find us with all haste―landing with a rhythm of carnival drums and remind us that this is the music of life and we must compose a score with the notes that are presented.




As we depart from Fernandina, Florida we are in motion―a motion that possesses a rhythm only nature can set. The waves and the wind lift, push, and sway us along our headings towards the future. The seconds, minutes, and hours are visible with every ripple in the water that pass by as quickly as they arise. Time here is compressed: a day can embody the happenings of a month in the world that we were so inured to until our birth into this seafaring existence. However, there is a paradox in this relationship with time that seems exceedingly rich yet simultaneous rapid as if we have barely begun to know this place.




On our second night to sea on our elongated passage to the Domincan Republic and we watch the results of a magnificent planetary rotation. We unsuccessfully attempt to capture the motion of cosmic filters and illuminators with our sophisticated light boxes and arguably more aptly with our minds. The earth's watchful mother departs. A splashing melody of erupting palates―complex and unpredictable―gently blazing and extinguished with a promise of return that can only be known when witnessed.




Another temporal segment has passed and we have become aged with waves of air and light. We do not acknowledge or perceive this senescence with much concern or evidence, yet we are tacitly aware and taunted by it. Our wisdom of time increases with every passing of it and our associations of the phenomena are further defined by civilized artifacts found in our regiment that has become our comfort in this unpredictable venture of life.




Regardless of what time has passed, we are reluctant to succumb to a static acceptance of what it represents or the frequently purposed importance. Time is only captured by the bindings we attempt to secure it with, yet remains unwaveringly resistant to impediment. In the purest moments of life, time exists only by measure of mortality and the encounters within that limited period.




And although our relationship with time continues to behold novelty, we know that we are awarded with this experience. We are entangled in the fabric of time and life. As we sail through this ocean―through this experience of life―we collect the souvenirs of the universe we are creating. We embrace these moments that defy adequate descriptions with all that we are able to―compressing them into a dense remembrance―that later inspections will reveal the true richness of this time in our lives.


Marine Science Instructor, Jason Childers

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We’ve been out at sea for around ten days. I’m not quite sure exactly how long, it seems I’ve lost track of time. I awoke this morning to the sight of a faint silhouette of mountains lining the horizon, and by noon lush green cliffs were in sight. The anxious anticipation aroused by seeing land is beginning to replace my previous melancholy feeling of our long sailing voyage coming to an end. Although I wish that we were sailing for a few more days since the winds just recently picked up, I am excited to visit the Dominican Republic and gain a sense of their culture.
Thinking back to my previous days on this long stretch of sailing, I realize how far I have come, how far everyone has come. I am no longer mindlessly following orders without understanding the purpose for my actions. Everything is beginning to come full circle as my knowledge and understanding has increased. The feeling of knowing something so different is exciting, and every day we continue to advance.
However, the most exciting part of this voyage has been going aloft. After working my way up to aloft clearance, learning my knots, and the running and standing rigging, I was finally able to go aloft with Angela. After going over the safety, I began my ascent to the top of the port side foremast shrouds. My first step on the sheer pole was sturdy, but from that point on, my legs trembled with every ratline. I could feel the ship dancing with the waves below, and the unsteady shrouds breathing with my movements. With each step I gained more stability, but less room, and soon enough I was perched on the cross trees at the top of the mast.
Focused on calculating my movements, I never had time to look down during my climb. Only when I reached the op did I peer at everything around me. I was greeted by 360 degrees of crystal clear azure waters. There was nothing else except the ship below my feet, the bird’s eye-view. Suddenly, everything was put into perspective. This ship, my temporary home, was so insignificant. Something so large, large enough to hold so many of us, was so miniscule in comparison with the tremendous seas we depended upon. The view was absolutely breathtaking. Inspiring. And although I should have adrenaline pulsing through my body, I was calmer than ever before. -- Michelle

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Wednesday, October 26, the Harvey Gamage is currently sailing at a pleasant speed of about seven knots. After several days without wind the current pace is a warm welcome from our relying on the ships motors. We had a celebration of sorts yesterday, we were five miles away from the Tropic of Cancer when Captain told us to ‘hove to’ and had a short swim call. During swim call some of my fellow students passed around their goggles to anyone interested in taking a look at the bottom of the ocean. What a sight it was, although there were no schools of tropical fish or reefs to observe, the water was an incredibly beautiful shade of blue. Music blasted in the background from the ship’s speakers and once we all returned on deck, we were treated to some cold punch and chocolate! -- Eli Clare

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The sun is about to rise and there is an eerie feeling in the air. The sea is so calm you can see the reflection of the stars in the water – weather that is not conducive to sailing. Everything is still. When the sun finally shows itself over the horizon the colors that appear are indescribable. I took around twenty or thirty photos and no matter how hard I tried, it was impossible capture the beauty of the scene around me.
Somewhere along the way we picked up an extra passenger – a large heron perched itself on the bowsprit and watched us while he rested. Boy did he get a good show! Two students, Matt and Andrew, climbed aloft with deckhand Angela for the first time! This is one of my favorite events to witness. In order to be given permission to climb aloft, first they must become aloft cleared which involves weeks of studying the rig, knots and safety precautions. One can imagine the smiles from the faces of these two boys as all their hard work had finally paid off!
This group of has come a long way over the past five weeks! It seems like only yesterday we were all meeting for the first time at Proctor, now those clean clothes have become dirty, and they are transforming into salty sailors. Currently they are taking on more and more responsibilities around the ship and working together seamlessly as watches. I am so thankful to be a part of this amazing adventure.
--Brooke

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“Strike the outer jib!” the mate cries from the quarterdeck. The command is repeated and the sail makes its way down past the two towering masts. Orders are yelled, people scurry to the halyards and downhauls. It’s week five we are finally starting to really understand what we are doing and why we are doing it. The outer jib must be stowed, so I find my harness and put it on as quickly as possible. Then I run to the sail tie bag and drape the coarse ropes over my shoulder. I hear the scraping of the sail against the outer jib stay. The ship’s crew yell cries of, “Halyard fast!” and “Downhaul fast!” It’s time to go out onto the head rig. I run aft to the mate and yell “Going out on the head rig!” I see him flash the thumbs up which means I am good to go. My cry of, “Laying on!” is almost drowned out by the roar of the sea. I hear the clips of the carabineers of the people clipping into the jack line behind me. We grab the miter furl and furl the sail. As the sail begins to take on the tubular shape, which we all strive to do, the sea splashes beneath the safety net engulfing my feet. We get the sail ties daisy chained around the beautiful sail and then we head back to the deck, “Back on Deck.” -- Andrew Duzs

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Sunday, October 23, finds Harvey Gamage sailing along in light winds and sunny weather. Sun is very much welcomed after a couple days with grey clouds and scattered rainstorms. This being Sunday, it is tradition to have what is called “make and mend” day. It is a respite from our classes and a day where we can relax and rejuvenate ourselves for the upcoming week. This morning found people up on deck eating, catching up on schoolwork, or simply relaxing. After a hearty breakfast of Spam and pineapples, eggs, rice and sticky buns cooked for us by the wonderful Andy, the fisherman sail was set for the first time during the voyage. There was another first for this journey today as well. Around 10:30, Cap announced a swim call. We hove to, and everyone jumped overboard. The water was a brilliant shade of blue and extremely clear. The swimming time was only fifteen minutes so as not to attract the attention of any animals in the nearby waters, but every minute was much enjoyed. All members aboard went in and when back on deck, we were informed that the water we were in about three nautical miles deep. After swimming, there was lunch of macaroni and cheese. As part of B Watch, I have had most of the day off because of the way rotations fell. Since I was up from 4:00AM til 8:00AM, I don’t go back on watch until 16:00, which was quite nice. Between the light seas and sunny weather, today has been a great day. It is 15:42, and watches muster 15 minutes before they are on, and as lateness is discouraged, here ends the blog entry of Amina Hughes.

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Seventy feet above the water line on the Harvey Gamage provides a 360° view of the lovely deep blue ocean on October 23. After passing off on round two knots including: the stopper knot, anchor bend, midshipmen bend, rolling hitch, and the double sheet bend, as well as memorizing the name of all standing rigging, you have earned your trip aloft! With a harness strapped on, though not attached to any rigging, you’re able to start your ascent up the shaky, swaying ratlines. Pausing occasionally as the boat rolls over the swells, the ratlines get narrower and narrower until you reach the top of the main mast. Here you must hoist yourself up through the crosstrees and futtock shrouds to reach your ultimate destination that is the topmast. Clinging on to the topmast shrouds I am able to peer off far into the distance. I experience a change in my usual perspective by being able to see the whole ship at one time. Everyone is waving at me and cheering me on while Brooke lies on her back snapping pictures of my ridiculously goofy grin. Up here my horizon is expanded and I can see the fluffy white clouds reflected on the surface of the water. I linger there; enjoying a whole other world that I never knew existed on the vessel. The sound of everyday ship life fades and I’m alone with my thoughts. How many other people are experiencing what I’m experiencing now? None.
~Al

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Zoli Clarke, 17 October

>> Monday, October 17, 2011


On October 11, at approximately 0900, a large schooner on a sailing adventure stopped in Georgia. You must be wondering why a schooner with 23 wild and crazy students and 11 adult staff would want to stop in Georgia. Well, off the coast of Georgia lies a special island blessed with magical powers. Cumberland Island is a National Seashore protected from the horrible wrath of human development. Accompanied by the wonderful and fabulous Dave Pilla (Proctor's Ocean Classroom director) the students filled their time with horse hunting, seashell finding, and jungle prowling. The live oak trees hidden by Spanish moss watched the students as they scampered across the forest floor, some barefoot and some wearing sandals. After six miles of exploring the interior landscape, they headed from the trail toward fine sand beaches and the students took the chance to swim and build sand castles. The sand squeaked beneath their feet as sand dollars and conch shells were located in the beach sand. Students did their best to cover themselves from the powerful sunrays as they spent six more miles returning by way of beach.

The cramped feet and red skin staggered to follow their shadows as the sun meltedtowards the horizon. Twenty-six schooner bums were relieved at the sight of the Harvey Gamage, still sitting pleasantly a couple hundred feet off the waters edge. The hole in the water surrounded by wood was their home for the time being. The raked masts rose elegantly from a husky hull and the neat furls slept atop the spars. With successful horse hunting, seashell finding and jungle prowling 34 excited and adventurous individuals would depart the next morning south, for a 1200 mile passage to Hispaniola.

—Zoli

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Allie Folcik, 16 October

>> Sunday, October 16, 2011


It is now October 16 and the Harvey Gamage is now bound for one last provisioning stop in Fernandina Beach, FL before heading out to the open sea. After participating in a sunrise meditation on the beach of Cumberland Island, I feel refreshed and rejuvenated. It’s not often that you are able to see the full color spectrum in the sky –yellows, blues, purples, oranges, and even greens. With the moon still dutifully keeping watch behind us as the sun rose, the sight was one I will not soon forget.

On another note, with more practice hopefully Elijah and I will be able to finally memorize the lyrics to the song we wrote and attempted to perform in the ships talent show. Acts in the show included poems, ukulele performances, jokes (about Dave Pilla who happened to be visiting) and impressions. With our handy battery powered lights outlining the stage, it brought to an end a phenomenal day.

Our last day on the island held in store a twelve-mile hike through the Spanish moss laden live oaks, and then across a sun soaked beach. Along the way I was able to find whole sand dollars as well as more conch shells than I could physically hold! Everyone arrived at the boat slightly sunburned, salty, tired, but feeling quiet accomplished. A small note of sadness is in the air though as we had to bid farewell to Mr. Arrow our first mate since Gloucester. However, with the addition of Mr. Bailey in his spot, our adventure continues and seems just as promising as ever.

~Al

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>> Monday, October 10, 2011

Well -- we were supposed to set sail today for Cumberland Island, but Mother Nature had different plans for us. The rain and wind have forced us to come up with an alternative schedule for the day. Luckily the friendly people at the Maritime Center here in Charlestown have provided us with a large classroom! The students have already had an English class, science class, and now they are in navigation and seamanship class where they are learning how to splice, whip the ends of rope, and stitch canvas for their home made ditty bags! Midterms are around the corner, so I think the students are welcoming the study time with open arms.

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Clark Gegler 10/9


Hmm about time I write a blog entry…Hello to the people reading this! It’s really hard to describe what’s currently going on because words don’t give this kind of trip justice! You really have to be here to understand it fully, but since you all can’t be here I’ll do my best to describe it.

Yesterday in Charleston we did a walking tour of the historic district. It was really cool learning about how the city was formed, and in what ways the town had an impact on history, like how it was the first battleground of the Civil War.

Today we went to the Aquarium--it was made of pure awesome-sauce! The exhibits were amazing ranging from a salt marsh, to a deep-sea tank. During our time there we were also able to explore the turtle rehab center. I recommend people check it out because it is amazing there are places like this out there that help sea turtles.

When we were let loose in the main aquarium area, I first attempted to get my aquarium assignment done. We had certain things we had to do like interview an aquarium employee and describe our favorite exhibit. Let’s face it; we are still at school even though it doesn’t feel like it! After a while I decided to just have fun and as you’ll see in the pictures it was so worth it.

After a jam-packed day, we were given time to go ashore for dinner! Charleston is nothing like I have ever experienced before. I have been to New England and Florida, and this town is very different from what I am used to. There is a really cool vibe here! All right, it’s getting pretty late and I have work to do!

Peace out

Clark G.

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Captain Caroline 10/6

>> Friday, October 7, 2011


6 October 2011- 0900 80nm from Charleston Light

Wind NE’ly 12 kts, clear skies, good visibility

Sailing under all plain sail, starboard broad reach, 6 kts

This morning finds Harvey Gamage a hive of activity. The weather is beautiful, the main salon is filled with teachers preparing classes and blog entries, students filling out logbooks for the hour, and breakfast cleanup teams. I hear the deck watch preparing for wash down, and students “navi-guessing” in the chart room.

We shut down as soon as the Nansemond River joined the James River, at the site of the historic Civil War battle of the ironsides Monitor & Merrimac. Since, we’ve sailed at speeds ranging from 1.5kts to 9.6kts, and made fine passage- with the wind on our port quarter for much of it. I expect to be alongside in Charleston by tomorrow early afternoon. Hopefully, we’ll only fire up the engine to maneuver alongside. The forecast looks promising for this, and the students have been practicing their lines and sail handling skills.

If it hasn’t made it to the web site, I’d like to share again my pride, love, and appreciation for my hometown, family, and friends. Again, they came through to create a fun and memorable experience for the group. They won’t forget it, and loved every minute of it. What a great opportunity to recharge the ship and its company after a challenging passage south.

As for this passage… it’s the reason we all signed up for this. We had a pin chase testing the skills and knowledge of the student crew. We’ve had epic sunsets and sunrises. WE’VE CAUGHT TWO FISH!!!!!!!!!!! (Fishing credit to Matt Poutsiaka). Delicious tunnies. Last night, all hands took five minutes time out to listen to the ship, and then wrote about it… if we’re tech-savvy enough, you can listen as well, and read their reflections. In the last hour before dawn, we were again joined by dolphins- mostly unseen but announcing their presence loudly.

The ship’s company is coming together as a solid crew. All hands are meeting and exceeding the challenges before them, and looking forward to conquering the next set. We’re beefing up on skills for the next big offshore push in a week or so- the 1,200 nautical mile slog to windward. We’ll take these days as the gift they are, enjoy our next couple of ports, and then buckle down to the business of sailors again.

Fair Winds,

Captain Caroline Smith

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Denning 10/6


Hello hello hello! Greetings from the ever-energetic Harvey Gamage! Ocean Classroom 2011 is in the midst of our longest passage so far… and by golly it’s quite a ride, between sunrises there is a constant hubbub aboard. We have been completely under wind power since our departure from the Chesapeake Bay area. The ship hit nine knots and was HAULING in big waves, winds and a wild vibe before reaching a spot of calm, during which two fish were caught, inspected and cooked. Matt, the fisherman, ate the heart of the first false albacore for good luck and we tied both fish tails to the head rigging in the name of tradition. Our Marine Science teacher Jason walked us through the workings of these fishies, one of which had been chomped on by a shark before being caught. The marine life doesn’t end here, a smack (group) of jellyfish floated on by, followed by yet more pods of dolphins. Bow watch was my first hour of watch tonight where ‘B watch’ had sunrise watch 0400-0800, during which about six dolphins played in the wake of the bow and because of the bioluminescence they were like little ribboned rockets, silvery and shooting forward and aft. And the soft little “puufft” as they surfaced was a perfect way to watch the sun peak up over the horizon. As the Gamage nears Charleston the air feels warmer and the sailing gets better, a fresh breeze has struck our sails and everything is going, going, going. Everyone is loving life in the big blue. Which is big… and blue.

Cherio! Denning

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>> Sunday, October 2, 2011

After leaving the history laden location of Mystic, we set sails for the Chesapeake Bay. This trip has been saturated with novel experiences and the sail from Mystic to Chesapeake was another first for the students. We were at sea for 3 days. When the ship is at sea for multiple days it becomes more alive than usual with spirit and movement of bodies. The spontaneous interaction with a natural medium joined with the necessary operations of the ship imbue every moment with action and decision that dictate the future in a very real and actual sense.



The students are getting there sea legs and gaining the knowledge that they will require to facilitate the ship and her duties. Some are nervous, but becoming aware and comfortable—others seems as if they have been at sea for years. Regardless of the various emotional senses of belong, we are all becoming aware that this is our home—this collection of wood and steal is our vessel of discovery and adventure.



The evening before we approach Chesapeake Bay we encountered some high winds and moderately heavy seas. The students were, at times, frightened by the inherent power of the sea, but were also enriched with pride and excitement for their ownership and responsibility of becoming seafarers. After some seemingly long hours in the dark navigating our passage into the Chesapeake Bay we arrived at our anchorage at sunrise--seamlessly beginning a new day in this enticing world of our own creation.



Going ashore with Captain Smith's family we were entertained and educated on the oyster and crab fisheries by those who know it best: local individuals that have fished and lived in these waters for generations. The students were able to develop their field notebooks and be hands on with the creatures they were inspecting. Academic credit was being established through this field day, but was seemingly secondary to the wonderment provided by the creatures that lay in their hands. After the measuring, illustrating, investigating, lecturing, and discussing their came a few instances of ingestion of raw oysters. It was enjoyed.



Following the educational day on the salt marsh we were introduced to more educators, family, and friends as we had a proper crab feast on the James river. Sitting on the dock, listening to conversations about adventure, the times to come aboard, and the subtle water lapping at the beautiful wooden skip-jack in her slip, we all enjoyed the festive and restful atmosphere before departing back to our home: The Harvey Gamage. Bellies full and spirits high we sang songs and recounted the day. Sleep was sound and long as we are at a peaceful anchorage, but we all await what adventures will evolve in each moment to come. We extend our salty and warm regards to all of you and will update you when able.




P.S. I apologize that I am unable to provide any images this time, but technology and time are not permitting.

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