Capt. Steve Creel's blog
There are only a couple of things that I am more proud of than helping first-time boat owners meet their cruising goals and suceed with their endeavors—my two daughters.
With all the hoopla famed track and field Olympian Caitlyn (formerly Bruce) Jenner is garnering these days for her coming out, I decided that I, too, needed some attention.
Someone who helped shape my professional career is a man by the name of Johnny Morris, a founder of a big-box marine store. I only met him once, but he was a mentor of mine for many years. I studied him.
Call me out of touch, call me old school, call me whatever you want, I don’t care. I have reached the age where what people say or think of me does not matter. I know I’m old school. I like boats made from trees. I like dirt roads and I like cars and trucks that look like a Ford or Chevy, with manual crank windows and side window vents. Hell, even this old country bumpkin can parallel park on a city street without a camera, computer, automatic transmission, or power steering! Oh yeah, and I like road maps.
Key West Race Week in January 2000 was one of the largest keelboat sailing regattas in the world at the time. There were more than 300 racing sailboats on the island for the event.
No, this is not a story about some action hero on a covert mission in foreign waters involving spies, special forces, and stealthy vessels.
Well, it’s Miami Boat Show time again, and as a boating professional, I can tell you, it is one of the hardest shows to work for several reasons.
You drove that Taurus how far?
Power and Motoryacht’s Editor-in-Chief George Sass Jr., who also serves as Group Editorial Director and VP of the AIM Marine Group, was married in July of this year.
Sometimes the best navigational aid is in front of you.
In 2013, I was asked to take two couples from Stuart, Florida, to New Orleans in a 49-foot Eastbay for Jazz Fest, a route I was very familiar with. During preparation for this trip I met Capt. Stan Morse and his best mate Judy onboard their boat, Folly, in a mooring field on the South Fork of the St. Lucie River in Stuart. They were in the process of returning home to Destin, Florida, after several months of island hopping.