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Maine Diaries: Chesapeake musings

With less than a week to go, we’re all getting to the end of our motivation to do, well, anything at all. Like drinking an ice slushy, or a bottle of Jäger for that matter, cruise at first is wonderful. But then it hits--the indelible pain in the head, the constant throbbing of over-stressed and overworked body parts, and the unmistakable feeling that this in all aspects was a completely stupid idea. That isn’t to say we haven’t all learned. We have all reached a point where we can say we have gotten something out of our experiences here on the boat. Read More...
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Maine Diaries: Thoughts of home

Here we float rocking 20 degrees or more from side to side in no more then a five-foot swell--I’m convinced the deck department doesn’t believe in ballasting a boat—and thinking about when we will return home and what we will be doing when we get there. Read More...
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Maine Diaries: From palm trees to icebergs

I am huddled on the 04 observation deck wearing a sweatshirt and jacket, and fighting a 30 degree wind chill. I look across the fogged-in ocean at an iceberg the size of a small condo, and think of how lucky we are to be on a Caribbean cruise this year. Read More...
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Maine Diaries: Troubled waters

We sit here, 1200 miles from land, riding this large steel beast that we call a ship across a torrent of cresting waves and green water. Anyone calling for the excitement of a good storm, in my mind, clearly has not spent any great deal of time on the water or they would know high seas, wind, and rain on any ship is a pretty poor time. And, quite frankly, I have no interest in seeing what other people had for breakfast strewn across the side of our ship. Read More...
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Maine Diaries: True calling

Last night as I lay on the aft deck, the true beauty of a calm night at sea struck me as never before. Not a breath of wind blew last night as the boat rolled and heeled with the long ocean swells, probably from some far off storm we should never see. The sky glowed and for the first time in more than a month I felt a striking realization that this is really what I am supposed to do.
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Maine Diaries: An engine in doubt

We have reached the halfway point here on our little journey, and suffice it to say we are all pretty tired. With one port down, we have 15 days at sea this coming month with 9 port days and two holidays. And the state in which we find our engine room is frightening as once again we battle a mechanical difficulty and attempt to baby our engine in hopes of making it back to Maine without a need for a very long and costly tow home. Read More...
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Maine Diaries: Some trouble in paradise

San Juan, the land god, and the land of homes and dreams for any weary traveler or a boatload of sailors with money to burn on expensive booze. And with the taxi services over-charging anyone seeking a cheap ride to the beach and with beer costing $4 and up, we managed to squeeze every dollar we had to enjoy the most out of San Juan and even more out of the bars that seemed to beckon all of us for just one more drink before the boat. Read More...
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Maine Diaries: The men behind the curtain

It is surprising the disparity one sees between the two majors here aboard the training ship. On one side you have deck majors who one day aspire, God forbid, to become captains of our ocean going ships on which they will safely lead these great whales across the world’s deepest oceans from port to port. Thank God for GPS. Some of those aspiring for their licenses are still stuck on book two of the riveting “Hooked on Phonics” series. Read More...
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Maine Diaries: Just another day in paradise

We have finally reached paradise, and it comes in the form of unbearable humidity and constant thunderstorms. Not that it matters much, but we found some reassurance in the days we spent at sea with the knowledge that we will one day enter a port where we may relax and enjoy cruise. Read More...
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Maine Diaries: Doldrums

Today was a day of rest aboard the TS. Most of us spent the day lounging, shooting guns, and receiving third degree burns. One person felt obligated to sunburn his own name into his back using tape. Hilarious and entertaining, and demonstrating how very bored we are.
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Maine Diaries: This is not a test

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To you who read my posts--why I will never know as they are usually filled with mindless rants, which I was motivated to write tonight after today’s little escapade with the regiment. Instead, though, I have decided to share an experience of pure luck that I found myself in today. Read More...
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Maine Diaries: Second first day at sea

A weird sense of satisfaction has occurred now that this boat is actually going somewhere. Original suspicions that we were just some type of large float in a parade have been quashed --there is now an unusual roll to the ship and, unless we have spent millions on building a Hollywood backdrop, there is water out there instead of Searsport. Read More...
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Maine Diaries: Unexpected lessons

Today we clean. We have been cleaning for the last two days. I have been habitually cleaning the same wall, and I’m sure that at one point I may strike the outer paint of the ship. But at least I know how to shine bulkhead steel. And with our engine still broken and the broken record of the promise that we will, in fact, leave tomorrow, we will continue to clean until we are underway or someone attempts to discover the combustion temperature of our walls. Read More...
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Maine Diaries: Living with others

We have all had roommates in our lives, and more often than not, living with someone can push you over the edge to the point where most time at home is spent simply trying to do things to piss each other off. Such circumstances are found aboard a ship and on land, and most commonly found in the marriages of aging Irish couples for some reason. (For all of you who are politically correct, I’m Irish.) Read More...
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Maine Diaries: SNAFU! And back to Castine

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May 6- Six hours into our first day at sea, and cruise has come to a halt. A massive explosion ripped through the exhaust manifold forcing a very large piece of cast iron to burst away from the fitting. The engine is without a doubt and with all sincerity, f*****. Read More...
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Maine Diaries: Pre-departure May 2-May 5

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Each spring students from Maine Maritime Academy set sail on their training ship the State of Maine for a two-month cruise. One student, Paul Kemp*, has agreed to share his experience.

Students reported to the ship on Saturday, May 2. They leave the dock tomorrow for their first port, Key West, Fla. The ship will also be stopping in Ponce and San Juan, Puerto Rico, St. Johns, Newfoundland, Canada and Baltimore, Md. They will return to Castine, Me., in late June.

Here are his first posts in the days leading up to the departure.
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"Green" practices for spring boat work?

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It's spring in New England! Buds are appearing on trees, and tulips--a multitude of colors--are sprinkled throughout the city of Boston. And if you listen closely, you just might hear the high pitched whir of a sander, the gentle slap of a paintbrush against the side of a hull or the excited splash of a boat as it hits the water. Read More...
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