Nine years ago at the edge of New Orleans, I followed a handsome man with dark curly hair and beautiful eyes up a steep ladder that was propped against his relatively-recent dream acquisition. After five years of silence, we spoke for the first time over the sounds of a brass band on the corner of Chartres and Frenchmen. By that time, every strip of teak that I had seen pulled up from the deck in 2009 had found its way back in place, and the Uptown Voodoo Queen was floating again.

This blog is about the Queen’s journey from New Orleans, from the perspective of a lady that finally gets to be reunited with her partner, the captain of this ship, when the boat arrives to Seattle. We’re a crew of four (Captain Maxwell, Patrick, Alex, and me), although it will be a crew of three until I meet up with the boat in Vieques (thanks to my lovely bosses for allowing me to meet deadlines before I leave and my last licensure exam for landscape architecture).

Thanks for joining us!