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      Marina Jacks and Sarasota are a favorite stop of ours when cruising Florida’s Gulf Coast. It has top-notch facilities and staff, along with a great town to visit. We particularly enjoy the Sarasota Farmers Market, which is hosted every Saturday from 7 am – 1 pm.

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      SCW August 2026

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      South Carolina Wildlife magazine . . . 

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      South Carolina Wildlife magazine September-October 2026 front cover: juvenile great horned owls by Phillip Jones


      We are delighted to share the fall issue of South Carolina Wildlife magazine, brimming with stories perfect for curious minds of all ages. In this edition, writers wax poetic on topics ranging from owling, to hunting memories and younger years on the farm.

      We are also excited to feature the SCDNR canine conservation team in a new SCW segment, K-9 Tracks!

      This season’s collection invites you to deepen your connection with the natural world around you. So, let’s settle in and get ready to explore what makes our natural heritage so worth protecting.

      If you are not already a SCW subscriber, simply visit GoOutdoorsSouthCarolina.com or SCWildlife.com to start up, renew or gift a subscription today.


      Check out two excerpts from articles featured in the upcoming fall issue!

      “Fright Night: Owling and Prowling”

      by Will Mundhenke, SCDNR State Naturalist

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      Barred owl, photo by Ted Borg

      If you have ever spent the early morning hours in the turkey woods or climbing into a deer stand well before the sun rises, you may have heard a haunting sound. Experienced sportsmen will know the call as one from a friend, but anyone unfamiliar with the twilight hours will feel a chill in their bones. The ominous and drawn-out tones ring throughout the hardwood bottoms of the Palmetto State. If you are fortunate, or unfortunate depending on your disposition, there will be a cackling and a pair or more “hootin’ it up” as you wait for daybreak. “Who-cooks-for-you-who-cooks-for-you-all” is the question of the morning when a barred owl makes their presence known.

      There are numerous strange sounds when you find yourself alone in a dark forest. The alien-like yelps and howls from the coyote sends chills down your spine. The non-stop chants from the Eastern whip-poor-will and chuck-will’s-widow that are reminiscent of the infamous goatsuckers. This family of nocturnal birds called nightjars earn that name due in part to their freakishly large mouth and the ancient Greek myth that they could blind animals. The rustling of treetops and eerie crunching of leaves in the distance from an unsightly armadillo or voracious raccoon. Perhaps, even, the stealthy bobcat with razor sharp claws waiting to pounce on its next victim. All these denizens of our South Carolina woods call the night home, but none are more prominent than the haunting hoots of the barred owl (Strix varia).


      Read the full story in the upcoming SCW September-October 2026 issue!

      If you are scouting out locations to hear or see an owl, look no further than Congaree National Park! The following is another excerpt from the SCW September-November issue! In her story, Alden Zerkle ventures deep into the woods and waters of Congaree National Park to show readers what makes it unique. 


      “The National Park Everyone Gets Wrong: Why Congaree National Park matters to all of us.”

      by Alden Zerkle, SCDNR intern

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      The boardwalk trail winds throughout Congaree National Park. Photo by Alden Zerkle

      A Different Kind of National Park

      Congaree isn’t a landscape park. It’s a biological one.

      Beneath its seemingly ordinary canopy lies one of the largest remaining old-growth bottomland hardwood forests in North America — a place where seasonal floodwaters still shape the land, where wildlife thrives in ancient ecological rhythms, and where some of the tallest trees east of the Rockies rise into the sky.

      In fact, Congaree contains the highest concentration of champion-sized trees in the United States. Some tower more than 170 feet overhead, roughly the height of a seventeen-story building. Standing beneath them is a humbling experience. Photos don’t quite capture it, statistics don’t either. Only when you crane your neck upward and watch the canopy disappear into the sky do you begin to understand what survives here. Much of the southeastern United States once looked like this. Vast floodplain forests stretched across river valleys, shaped by seasonal flooding and untouched by development.

      Today, most of those forests are gone, but Congaree remains. And the deeper you venture into it, the more remarkable that fact becomes.

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      The moon from Congaree National Park. Photo by Alden Zerkle

      The Forest Most People Never See

      So how do you actually experience Congaree?

      For starters, discover extensions of the boardwalk. Some of the park’s earthen trails offer an excellent introduction to the forest, winding beneath towering hardwoods and across pockets of swampy terrain. But stopping there is a little like visiting the beach and never touching the water. The real adventure begins beyond the wooden planks. A short walk from the visitor center, you can find Cedar Creek flowing quietly through the heart of the park. Its tea-colored water reflects the forest so perfectly that the trees seem to continue beneath the surface. Here, visitors can kayak, canoe, or paddleboard through one of the most unique landscapes in South Carolina. Bald cypress rise from the water on fluted trunks wider than compact cars, Tupelo trees lean over the creek’s edge, turtles slide from fallen logs as your paddle passes, and bright yellow prothonotary warblers flash through the canopy like sparks of sunlight. Around every bend, the forest seems larger, older and quieter, and you are pleasantly surprised how quickly civilization disappears.

      Within minutes of launching a kayak, Columbia feels impossibly far away. The noise of traffic vanishes, there are no crowds waiting for photos and no lines of tourists at scenic overlooks. For students accustomed to constant notifications, crowded schedules and endless deadlines, that kind of silence feels almost foreign. And yet it might be exactly what we need.


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      Congaree offers much more than first meets the eye. Photo by Alden Zerkle


      Read the full story in the upcoming SCW September-October 2026 issue!


      Press check!

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      A stack of SCW covers fresh off the press. Photo by Cade McCants

      The September-October issue of South Carolina Wildlife magazine is hot off the press! And with the creation of each new edition, our magazine staff have the opportunity to visit the print shops where the physical magazine comes to life. It is awe-inspiring to witness the speed and quality at which the magazine is produced.

      We visit the printers to ensure that the finished product matches our vision for the magazine. The original file passes across many screens and through a variety of machines to fine-tune the pages.

      SCW Art Director Kathryn Badal Diaz plays a vital role in ensuring consistency and high quality. At the printer, as pages pass quickly through the machine, she compares the output with our original prints. She works in real time with machine operators to adjust color levels to get the right match.

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      SCW art director Kathryn Badal Diaz inspects pages for color accuracy. Photo by Cade McCants

      The machines that print South Carolina Wildlife magazine are truly impressive. The web press, which produces the inner pages, is capable of printing around 21,000 pages an hour and spans nearly the entire length of the warehouse.  Each page begins its life as part of a giant roll of paper. As the paper zips through the press, black, cyan, magenta and yellow ink are applied in stages. Then a glossy coating is applied, baked on at 300 degrees and rapidly cooled. Then it’s off to another machine for cutting and binding. This entire process happens in just a matter of seconds! 

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      The web press prints and finishes pages at incredible speed. Photo by Cade McCants

      We are proud to present the fall issue of South Carolina Wildlife magazine, arriving in mailboxes soon. It is not too late to subscribe and receive the September-October edition.

      The holidays will be here before you know it! You can wrap up your gift shopping today with a 2027 SCW subscription! South Carolina Wildlife is a wonderful, lasting gift that reconnects us with nature during every season of the year.

      Thank you for your support!


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      Thank you for supporting South Carolina Wildlife magazine, the flagship publication of the S.C. Department of Natural Resources.

      If you are not already a subscriber, please visit GoOutdoorsSouthCarolina.com or SCWildlife.com to receive bi-monthly editions of this award-winning magazine. 


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    • Stolen Hinckley Found 200 Miles Away – Loose Cannon

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      Stolen Hinckley Found 200 Miles Away. Thief Gunned Down by Police

      Four-Day Search Along the U.S. East Coast

       
       
       
       
       

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        Pathfinder (1968 Hinckley Bermuda 40) in full sail prior to being stolen  
      Pathfinder underway in an image the owner shared with boatwatch.org.

      This story originally appeared in Marine Industry News on August 28, 2026, and is reprinted here with permission. The author is managing editor of the Gosport, U.K. based outlet.


      By ZELLA COMPTON

      A 1968 Hinckley Bermuda 40 stolen from a New Jersey marina has been recovered in Rhode Island. This comes after a four-day search involving police, the U.S. Coast Guard and marinas and harbours along the U.S. East Coast ended in a fatal confrontation.

      The 40-footsailing yacht, Pathfinder, was reported stolen from Liberty Harbor Marina in Jersey City at around 11pm on 22 August.

      James Bonomo, who’s owned Pathfinder for about 10 years, says he and his wife arrived at the marina on Sunday afternoon expecting to go sailing.

      “I literally pulled up to the gate, and looked at my dock, and was like, ‘Where’s the boat?’,” Bonomo told NBC 10.

      Four days later, Newport police and the city’s harbourmaster located a vessel matching its description in the North Anchorage of Newport Harbor.

      The subsequent police operation left the alleged thief, 27-year-old Newport resident Brendan Norris, dead and a Newport police officer injured.

      Pathfinder, a custom yawl, is a classic design with only around 200 examples believed to remain.

      East Coast Search

      The theft was initially reported by New Jersey State Police, according to local media.

      Surveillance footage shows a man entering the marina, spending several hours around the boat and eventually sailing it away at about 11pm. The Boston Globe reports that Bonomo felt the thief appeared to understand boats as he successfully operated the systems aboard the classic yacht, rather than simply starting its engine and leaving.

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      Bonomo watched the surveillance footage of the theft.

      “He [Norris] just seemed very comfortable in a marina setting,” Bonomo states. “I mean, he talked to a lot of people. He engaged other people in conversation.

      “It was bizarre watching it, and then just watching him on the video on the boat, and then backing away, it was pretty sickening.”

      AIS Switched Off

      The circumstances of the departure also provided investigators with an early indication of the vessel’s route. Pathfinder was seen traveling towards the Verrazzano-Narrows Bridge, after which its tracking system was disabled.

      A detailed missing-vessel alert was subsequently circulated by Boat Watch which specified its dark blue hull, two masts, sail number 4066, U.S. documentation number 515288 and AIS data. The alert estimated that the person aboard had around 25 hours of available motor time.

      The search therefore moved beyond the immediate New York and New Jersey area, with the owners contacting New Jersey State Police, Jersey City Police and the coast guard and asking the wider boating community to look out for Pathfinder.

      Bonomo told the Boston Globe that alerts were also sent to marinas and harbors along the East Coast. His wife circulated information about the missing boat, while the vessel’s details were distributed through boating networks. That network ultimately proved significant.

      On the morning of August 26, Newport’s harbormaster identified a vessel in the city’s North Anchorage that matched the description of Pathfinder.

      Fatal Shooting

      Newport police and harbormaster personnel approached the yacht at about 9am. According to Newport Police Chief Ryan Duffy, a man on the boat fled below deck after officers approached and ignored their commands. He then armed himself with a firearm and shots were exchanged.

      In the ensuing melee, Norris was fatally wounded and a Newport police officer suffered a gunshot wound to the lower extremity. The officer was subsequently released from hospital.

      Bonomo says he didn’t know Norris, and that he felt the incident ended tragically.

      “I don’t understand why something like that would happen from just stealing a boat. It’s a tragic end. I’m really sorry that that’s how it ended.”

      Rhode Island State Police and the Rhode Island Attorney General’s Office are involved in the investigation into the police shooting.

      Tracking Proves Critical

      The incident illustrates how quickly information about a stolen vessel can move through the boating and harbour network when a vessel is distinctive and properly documented. The initial New Jersey report was followed by a broadcast alert, circulation of surveillance images and a BOLO through maritime networks.

      Pathfinder’s AIS was reportedly disabled during the voyage, but the boat’s distinctive appearance, identifying numbers and photographs allowed authorities and members of the boating community to continue looking for it after electronic tracking was lost.

      The investigation into the theft and the circumstances of the shooting remains ongoing.

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    • PRESIDENTIAL YACHT SEQUOIA – Janice Anne Wheeler, Sparring With Mother Nature

         
       
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      There’s a lot of US history in this Spar; I appreciate my many international readers for the indulgence. I imagine pieces of history are treated similarly worldwide— are they worthy? And what happens to them next?

      If you just dove into our very engaging little community, please read SPARS & SPARRING, .….it introduces my wonders and my wanders. ~J


      PRESIDENTIAL YACHT SEQUOIA

      Preservation shrouded in promises and plastic

       
       
       
       
       

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      I really don’t know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, except I think it’s because in addition to the fact that the sea changes, and the light changes, and ships change, it’s because we all came from the sea.(**) And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears.(***) We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea – whether it is to sail or to watch it – we are going back from whence we came.” [Remarks by US President John F. Kennedy at the Dinner for the America’s Cup Racing Crews, September 14 1962].

      I absorbed this quote long ago and remembered it, perhaps, because of my immense affinity for COASTLINES. Now, living with water beneath my feet, the words have even greater impact. JFK’s final birthday celebration, his 46th, was held on Presidential Yacht SEQUOIA in 1962 just months before an assassin’s bullet took his life. The 1925 SEQUOIA lies within sight as I write this, settling dejectedly into an occasionally mown, weed-riddled field in Cambridge, Maryland. She’s been here, on Richardson Maritime Museum property, longer than I have, which at this point is saying something. Oddly enough, I saw SEQUOIA languishing waterside in Belfast, Maine, 2021, when I became STEADFAST’s innocent, oblivious wooden boat caretaker. She sported a similar stifling plastic cover, and I can remember looking at those exposed planks, all of which clearly need replacing, and thinking what a tremendous undertaking that would be. I have yet to experience what is underneath her shroud, but I’ve peered up at deteriorating wood and curved glass through the doorways on special occasions when someone pays a modicum of attention to that soulful vessel. No notable action has been taken to save her in the last four years, even though her acquisition cost was zero and I presume (I know, it’s dangerous) promises were made to the judge who transferred ownership in 2016.

         
      The 104ft/34M SEQUOIA in her prime. Credit Ron Cogswell.

      She was stunning. She’s rotting away.

      If walls, bulkheads and bunks could talk… we’d have more stories than I could print here, and some that probably shouldn’t be. SEQUOIA transported Presidents and officials of all sorts until President Carter either experienced or created the budget cuts that led her to be sold to private citizens. At that time, my Sailor’s father, Steven D. Uhthoff, Shipwright and Marine Surveyor, was chosen to assess the vessel. He felt that perhaps the wine cellar was as important an asset as any. (Now, that, I would have liked to see…). Highlights of the SEQUOIA’s Presidential Yacht days include the aforementioned birthday, President Nixon reputedly played “God Bless America” on her piano (I have to wonder if that’s still there!) after deciding to resign over his Watergate scandal, and President Lyndon Johnson pressured Congress to pass civil rights legislation while aboard, among dozens of other diplomatic ventures.

      Don’t let Google or the current very wealthy owner(s) tell you she’s being restored because that is in fact not the case. SEQUOIA is owned by Equator Capital’s Equator Collection, which, according to its website, provides funding for preservation of historical maritime assets. She was designated as a National Historic Landmark in 1987 and that may, ironically, be her demise, as some of those designations become a hurdle rather than/in addition to a badge of honor when such extensive restoration is required. Every year they delay, the worse the situation becomes.

      Ironically, now I better understand those requirements, and while I criticize the fact that the promised, promoted work on the Presidential vessel has not yet begun, I understand, to scale, the logistics and finances of such an undertaking. Immense. I was much of the labor, and to find someone willing to do twenty times what we did, with the skills absolutely required. Difficult. Complicated.

      Decades of neglect have taken their toll on the century-old Trumpy design.

      In 2025 there was a reunion of the final 1970s crew and we could hear grand memories in the laughter trickling over to where STEADFAST was undergoing what SEQUOIA’s condition most certainly requires. She has iron sickness (the steel fastenings are rusting), exacerbating enlarged seams and natural degradation of the old growth long leaf yellow pine. Somewhere, rumor has it, is the 100,000 or so board feet to make her new again and we inquired about purchasing the modest amount we needed, 1,400, when our own repair needs arose. Our request was denied. We have heard that they are in the process of acquiring all the specific resources necessary and I hope that information is accurate. The inactivity is disheartening.

      This her third time in Cambridge, the first in 1935 with Franklin Delano Roosevelt aboard, to celebrate the first bridge to span Maryland’s Choptank River, named originally for Governor Emerson C Harrington. You’ve seen its higher, four-lane 1987 replacement, now US Route 50, in many a sunrise photo since STEADFAST arrived.

      The Senator Frederick C. Malkus Bridge.

      I had to wonder why an off-the-beaten path bridge opening attracted a Presidential visit; this particular accomplishment merely made beach access easier; apparently, it was a little bit about politics. When asked, FDR confided that his good friend Senator George L.P. Radcliffe had a home nearby and therefore he felt it was prudent and a sign of friendship that he make the trip and honor the then-remote Eastern Shore of Maryland; FDR struggled with physical handicaps and limited his public appearances accordingly. Ninety years later I have spent time at Choptank Writers Group with his grandson, also George Radcliffe (middle initial M), a retired teacher, bird aficionado, historian and author who modestly discusses his family’s considerably weighted history (since 1663) in this nation’s capitol and the region.


      Just two hundred yards northeast of SEQUOIA is an iconic little sailboat named TENOVUS, reportedly Equator Capital’s only other maritime asset.

      This 1931 vessel raced and recreated with the Kennedy family aboard. (first photo Courtesy WTOP.com)

      TENOVUS is a 31-foot Seven Seas yawl built for Joseph P. Kennedy (JFK’s father) and now sits completely unprotected just yards from where we brought STEADFAST back from her own demise. TENOVUS was named for Kennedy’s then-ten-person family (Edward was born later). His two sons, Joe Jr and John, went on to race her in the first Martha’s Vineyard Race, among others; if you’re old enough, you’d recognize a plethora of photographs taken aboard that graceful little vessel with secrets of its own.

      Sporting the original hailing town of Hyannis Port, Massachusetts she most recently came from Castine, Maine, and was delivered rather unceremoniously late in 2024 to Yacht Maintenance Company, reportedly “just for a little while.” There she sits, biodegrading, underneath a rowdy, shedding pair of cottonwoods, exposed to all Mother Nature’s elements without even a scrap of canvas or shroud of plastic, her masts on the ground nearby. “He’s a boat killer,” my sailor says of the owner, and we question what runs through his veins as we watch two historically important US vessels lose innumerable Spars with Mother Nature right before our eyes. ~J

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      ** I’ve recently been enthralled by the sheer volume of the Great Lakes, (20% of the planet’s fresh water); with no visible shoreline, they can be equally captivating.

      *** In regard to the JFK quote: this does not appear to be completely true; blood has .9% salt and the ocean somewhere around 3.5% on average, but Oceanographic Magazine claims there is a 98% match between human blood and ocean water.


      In case you missed it, Opposite Latitudes, Parallel Attitudes introduces you to a unique sailing connection between myself and Shellphone Chronicles.

      Catch part two of the four-part series this week and about our life—It’s definitely not for everyone!

       

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    • Alexandre the Cat Meets a Purposeful Porpoise – Loose Cannon

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      Alexandre the Cat Meets a Purposeful Porpoise

      Joah Helps Him Learn a Thing or Two About Getting Places in Life

       
       
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      Chapter One in a continuing series of adventures by the author, entirely true in spirit and partly true in fact. This is what you get when a sailor has turned into granma.


      Alexandre the Seagoing Cat is born in the bilge of a boat at the RiverBend Marina in Florida. He is born wearing a black and white coat, like a man going to a fancy party in a tuxedo and being very grand. This isn’t really his style, at heart, but he goes with it. Because what else are you gonna do?

      He dreams of the sailing the seven seas, but he is still just a little kitten. So he sets about learning all the seagoing cat skills he will someday need.

      First, he practices prowling on the bouncy decks, and balancing on the bowsprit.

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      Next, he practices swimming! He learns how to blow bubbles on his exhale and how to not snot up a bunch of water on his inhale.

      After he dries off in the sunshine, he practices coiling lines to keep everything ship shape. This is lots of fun. Cat-kind really love playing with string. Maybe a little too much fun for a kitten! The charts for navigation are a little crunchy, but he sinks his little claws into them anyway.

         
         
         

      One fine morning, he rolls out of his bunk with a strange feeling: All his 20 paw pads are tingling, and his whiskers feel sparkly.

      “Today is the day! The time is ripe! I must go to sea!”

      With a song in the air, Alexandre hoists the sails, hauls up his anchor, and sails out of the harbor.

      To sea I go,
      To see the world
      With all my sails, wholly unfurled
      On a fresh breeze that twirled
      And a big sneeze my whiskers are curled
      And more than a few little fleas!

      All is going splendidly, until he loses sight or scent of land. Everything is blue, blue, blue! The horizon is a flat circle all around him on his little sailing vessel. He feels a little blue too.

      “Now how will I know which way to go?” he wonders, feeling just a little seasick. He wishes he had studied the chart lessons a little more carefully.

      But he has a full arm of bananas hanging from the boom, so he eats one. The fruit flies make a little cloud around his big long bunch of bananas. He says, “That’s okay, guys. We can share.” He doesn’t mind too much, they hardly take a bite! He could share with them all night!

      Feeling a little better now, he remembers his friends—the fish and the birds and the turtles who had followed him from his homeport. They are all very experienced navigators, so he asks them for advice.

      But they all have different ideas.

      The birds says, “Go east to the Bahamas! Nice reefs there!”

      The fish says, “Go north with the Gulf Stream! Sargasso seaweed floats there!”

      The turtles say, “Go west to our hatchery in the Florida Keys!”

      The barnacles clinging to his hull have no opinion at all. They just say, “Hey, we’ll stick with ya no matter what!”

         

      This is all very tiring, so he curls up in his hammock for a nice nap.

      When Alexandre wakes up, the moon and stars are shining on the sea. He feels like singing a song to ease his loneliness.

      For I am forlorn,
      Just a seagoing cat…with no destination
      Wandering the waters, far from where I was born
      Wondering where to go,
      North, south, east, west, I am torn!”

      Like always, the sun comes up in the east, and Alexandre decides to eat a good breakfast and give it a good think.

      “Maybe I should turn around and go back home, back the way I came?”

      This seems like a plan, so he pushes the tiller to starboard, all his sails flapping. His genny was gapping and the water was trickling alongside, and for a minute he wonders if he is choosing the right way.

      But just as he calls out hard alee! and hauls in his lines to make a new course, up pops a new friend alongside. His name is Joah. Joah is a very clever, very handsome, very capable porpoise!

      And Joah is a fun-loving fella, who makes a twirl up in the air, with dark smiling eyes and a most wonderful giggle and laugh, who stands on his tail and says, “Hey! Don’t worry! Don’t give up! I know the way to a sweet island bay where my papa lives! Follow me!”

      I know the way to a sweet island bay
      Where bananas and passion fruit grow
      It’s not too far to go!
      Hey, hey, hey! Come on!
      Hip hip hurray! Let’s up up and away!”

      So Alexandre, the slightly uncomfortable-in-a-tuxedo cat, smartly adjusts course to follow Joah, the fun-loving tail-twirling porpoise.

      The sun sets again, and the moon and stars appear, and Joah (who can always swim much faster than Alexandre could sail, but Joah is very patient and kindly) kept circling back to sing songs and tell tales of his ocean travels and all the adventures that lay ahead of them.

      Day after day, night after night, Alexandre sails on, with Joah the sleek, smart, clever dolphin leading the way.

         

      Alexandre has plenty of time to study his charts and figure out how to read them. He discovers that Joah had the right idea all along.

      Just when he is down to his last banana, Alexandre sees a little bump on the horizon far ahead of them. Sure enough, the bump grows bigger and darker as he keeps slowly sailing over the waves and waves and waves, and Joah cavorts in the waves and spins on his tail and makes Alexandre laugh and says, “Prepare to make landfall, captain!”

      Sure enough, the bump turns into a bigger bump and then two bumps and then three bumps—green mountains!

      Alexandre can smell the powdery sweet leaves of the trees, fruits and flowers and freshwater springs that tickled his whiskers and made him feel quite hungry. But he also can see white lines where the waves are breaking on the shore, and this made his tummy feel a little ooogy. He wonders if his boat would go crunchety-crunch on those reefs!

      But Joah swims up in his wake and says, “Don’t be a silly cat! Look at your charts and your compass! Look at the colors of the water! Keep going, keep looking, and you’ll find the safe channel into port!”

      Sure enough, as they draw closer, keeping just off the shore, coasting along the coast, as Alexandre has learned from his pilot books, the water shows many colors—yellow green for the shoals and shallows, black spots for the coral, and finally, a dark blue purple snaky stripe and a red and a green bouy marking the entrance.

      Joah says, “There you go! That’s your way in!”

      Alexandre carefully sails through the passage, finds a nice calm spot in the bay, drops his anchor, lowers his sails and furls them up tightly, as snug as a bug in a rug. When he is done with that, he just sighs with happiness. Joah cavorts around the hull until he must bid his farewell and go back out to sea, where he has lots and lots of things he must do.

      “Thanks for keeping me company, buddy, Alexandre shouts. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Joah my friend!”

      Joah laughs and sings out a hearty, “Hasta luego, amigo mio! Until we meet again!”

      And they always do.


      Author Genevieve Jacobs landed in Vermont in 1987 after a lifetime under sail. Besides being a regular Loose Cannon contributor, she is a long time professor of psychology, a mother and grandma, a psychotherapist and bricoleur. Currently, her work in progress is a book, “Jenny: A Night Sea Journey.” She recently launched her own Substack entitled Sea Stories.

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      Tropical Storm Dolly has degenerated into an open tropical wave, according to the National Hurricane Center, however, still has maximum sustained winds of 35 knots while it moves west at 22 knots. Satellite images suggest that there still remains a low level circulation pattern.

         

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    • Yacht Gossip in the Bahamas: The 1943 Version Is Pretty Juicy – Loose Cannon

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      Yacht Gossip in the Bahamas: The 1943 Version Is Pretty Juicy

      Wenner-Gren’s ‘Southern Cross’ And Her Role in Wartime Intrigue

       
       
       
       
       

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      Southern Cross underway in the Bahamas.

      CAMERA 1, OPENER: Three well dressed men converse in the sumptuous saloon of a 320-foot yacht moored in the Bahamas. Their names are George Soros, Elon Musk and Prince Harry. England and the United States are allies in a war. It’s a Netflix remake, and Russia is the enemy du jour.

      Soros is suspected of working for Moscow, the Prince is a Russian sympathiser and likely traitor, and Musk is, of course, the richest guy on the boat.

      The climactic scene happens at the end of Episode 7, when Musk is assassinated in brutal fashion, a crime that is investigated in subsequent episodes but never solved. Critics are unkind. “Lurid, cartoonish, farfetched. Why is Soros always the bad guy?” they write.

      Yet this very scenario—the black-and-white version, you might say—was playing out in the Bahamas in 1942-43.

      As war broke out in Europe, Swedish industrialist Axel Wenner-Gren sailed to Bahamian waters aboard Southern Cross, the fifth or sixth largest private motoryacht in the world. Wenner-Gren’s tenure in the Bahamas mixed business and pleasure; among his offshore properties was Paradise Island in Nassau, the site of today’s Atlantis mega-resort and marina.

      And while you might think that the Bahamas were the farthest place in the world from the mayhem of war, during 1942 and 1943 a critical phase of the Battle of the Atlantic was raging all around the islands.

      Predatory U-boats were lying in wait for the oil tankers from Venezuela and American refineries along the Gulf of Mexico as they tried to make their way north along the Gulf Stream. German successes were staggering.

         

       In June-July 1942 alone, 30 ships were sunk along the southern edge of Bahamian waters. By November U-boats had sunk 263 ships in the Caribbean Sea. Britain’s wartime leader Winston Churchill was apoplectic; he wrote President Roosevelt begging for more aggressive action by the U.S. Navy, which had been uncharacteristically lethargic.

      England needed oil and other strategic goods to survive. She needed food. German U-Boat successes were dangerously close to forcing London to capitulate.

      Allied intelligence agencies mistrusted Axel Wenner-Gren intensely. The Swede made his fortune as founder of the Electrolux vacuum cleaner company, but he was also a major owner of Bofors, the Swedish armaments manufacturer that had covertly assisted in Germany’s re-armament under the Nazi regime.

      Wenner-Gren openly boasted about his friendly connections to Hitler’s inner circle, and his crew was formerly of the Swedish Navy, a pro-Nazi institution within neutral Sweden. Southern Cross itself had immense fuel capacity and bristled with antennas connected to its state-of-the-art radio room.

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      (Wenner-Gren had purchased Southern Cross from American tycoon Howard Hughes for $1 million. “The Aviator” had been courting Hollywood in the 1930s and used the palatial vessel as his personal offshore drilling platform, you might say.)

      Events of September 1939 fueled Allied suspicions toward the Swede. They happened while Southern Cross was on a pleasure cruise in the North Atlantic. In the first sinking of the submarine war, U-30 torpedoed the liner Athenia with 1,450 Canadian and American passengers on board.

      Southern Cross happened to be nearby. She rescued 200 survivors and delivered them to Ireland. Allied intelligence considered her proximity highly suspicious and saw causality in what was proffered as coincidence. Allied intelligence suspected that even if Wenner-Gren hadn’t come to the Bahamas in 1942 on a secret mission to refuel German submarines, Southern Cross may have been serving as a scout ship, helping U-boats find targets such as Athenia.

      Despite official paranoia, Wenner-Gren was able to take up residence in the Bahamas. He became friendly with the Duke of Windsor, who had come to Nassau to serve as wartime governor of the Bahamas, then a British possession. The Duke was formerly known as Edward VIII, King of England.

       In a spectacular 1936 news event, he had abdicated the throne of England to marry the “woman I love,” an American divorcee named Wallis Simpson. The abdication twosome were frequent guests aboard Southern Cross, and Wenner-Gren once loaned the use of his yacht to run Wallis over to Florida to have a tooth pulled.

      Before the war, the Duke and his wife had met Hitler and expressed their admiration for the Nazi regime. It is widely suspected that the Duke later engaged in treasonous wartime communications with the Nazis, any evidence of which will remain under the seal of British government secrecy until 2046. He was believed to be Hitler’s first choice as puppet ruler of Britain after the planned German invasion. Churchill, in effect, had exiled the Duke to Nassau to get this troublesome royal out of the way.

      Another friend of Wenner-Gren was Sir Harry Oakes, slain in one of the 20th century’s great unsolved mysteries. Harry Oakes could be compared to the Elon Musk of his day; certainly he was one of wealthiest men in the British empire. A native of Maine’s Downeast region, Oakes amassed an enormous fortune by discovering gold in Canada, became a Canadian citizen and eventually landed in Nassau, a tax haven, where he was knighted for his good works in the community.

         
      ​The Allied spy services trusted none of the three amigos: Axel Wenner-Gren, Harry Oakes and the Duke of Windsor.

      While on a cruise to Mexico, the allies blacklisted Wenner-Gren, forcing the Swede to remain there with his famous yacht. Now communicating at longer range, the Duke and Oakes are suspected of having made a series of investments brokered by their buddy Wenner-Gren—illegally. These deals would have been in contravention of wartime monetary regulations and, given Wenner-Gren’s involvement, possibly designed to expand Nazi influence in Latin America.

      When Sir Harry Oakes’ body was found bludgeoned, bloody and burned in July 1943, the Duke of Windsor did something very odd. Instead of summoning Scotland Yard, he forbade anyone but two mediocre, hand-picked Miami police detectives from investigating the case. These detectives arrested Oakes’ son-in-law, a dashing French marquis, on evidence so flimsy as to be nearly invisible.

      Why not Scotland Yard? Conventional wisdom is that a competent investigation might have uncovered Oakes’ and the Duke’s illicit dealings with Wenner-Gren, which would have infuriated Winston Churchill.

      Alfred de Marigny was quickly acquitted of the gruesome slaying. Despite the favorable verdict, he was ordered to leave the Bahamas, but as consolation he was given the rope they would have used to hang him. It was a special type of rope, you see, imported from Britain.

      He and wife Nancy went to stay for a short period at the home of his friend Ernest Hemingway, just outside of Havana, Cuba, at a time when the novelist happened to be working as a freelance agent for U.S. Naval Intelligence at the Havana embassy.

      Who killed Harry Oakes? Books have been written on the subject, pointing the finger at the American Mafia, which wanted to develop casinos in Nassau, or Allied intelligence services, or a combination of both. Another scenario blames the scion of a prominent (to this day) Bahamian real estate brokerage.

      Secret documents surrounding the relationship between the Duke of Windsor and the Nazis may hold some answers, but secrecy fuels speculation and the Internet spreads it. Some have even speculated that Wenner-Gren himself may have been involved in the killing, though that would seem out-of-character for the affable industrialist.


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      Wenner-Gren remained in Mexico for the duration of the war, donating Southern Cross to the Mexican Navy for use as a training vessel. One account has the ship being scrapped in 1960. His business dealings in Latin America accrued even more wealth for Wenner-Gren, not the least of which was founding what became Mexico’s telephone monopoly.

      After the war, Wenner-Gren returned to the Bahamas and, among other things, bought up property on the island of Andros. Friends and surrogates minimized the Swede’s connection to the Nazis, saying Wenner-Gren himself had exaggerated his relationship with men such as Air Marshall Herman Goering. In that, Wenner-Gren joined the legion of powerful people then trying to distance themselves from the Nazis, who not only were defeated but had been outed as genocidal criminals.

      Wenner-Gren died in 1961, and, aside from unproven wartime suspicions, is remembered through the foundations that bear his name. One of the Swedish magnate’s good works, the Wenner-Gren Foundation, continues to be a prominent supporter of worldwide research in “all branches of anthropology.”

      His company ALWEG built the original Disney World monorail.

       After the Bahamas, the Duke of Windsor was never given another official role. He and Wallis quietly lived out their lives unloved by anyone but each other.

      JFK and Wenner-Gren’s Mistress

      Just when you thought the story could not get any juicer, comes a precious footnote to the Wenner-Gren story. Wenner-Gren and John Fitzgerald Kennedy shared a girlfriend, and his presidency might be an unintended consequence of the affair.

      She was a Danish beauty named Inga Arvard. As young woman, she moved in Nazi circles, attending Goering’s wedding, twice lunching with the Fuhrer, and even accompanying him to the Berlin Olympic Games. Her second husband had been employed by Wenner-Gren, which reportedly led to her to Wenner-Gren’s bed.

      “Inga Binga,” as young JFK called her, began sleeping with him around the time of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, while Kennedy was serving as an ensign in the Office of Naval Intelligence in Washington. Soon the affair between the 24-year-old naval officer and the married Nazi sympathizer came to the attention of Kennedy’s superiors and the FBI.

      FBI agents followed the couple, bugged their hotel rooms and telephones. The idea that a suspected German Mata Hari was carrying on with an intelligence officer and son of a former U.S. ambassador, no less, did not sit well with FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover and Joseph Kennedy himself.

      To preserve his political future, randy Jack was forced to end the affair. His dad ensured there were no immediate consequences, but Kennedy was reassigned and eventually sent to the Pacific to command PT-109, not a yacht, but nevertheless one of the most important vessels in the American imagination. Kennedy’s war record helped the senator from Massachusetts carve out a narrow victory over Richard Nixon in the 1960 presidential election.

         
      The JFK-Arvard affair is documented in the 2016 book by Barbara Leaming entitled “Kick Kennedy: The Charmed Life and Tragic Death of the Favorite Kennedy Daughter.” The book was reviewed by People magazine.

      Other Supplementary Reading

      “Who Killed Sir Harry Oakes?” by James Leasor, House of Stratus, 1983.

      “The Secret History of the FBI,” by Ronald Kessler, St. Martins, 2002.

      “Operation Drumbeat: The Dramatic True Story of Germany’s First U-Boat Attacks Along the American Coast in World War II,” by Michael Gannon, Harper and Row, 1992.

      This story was first published on May 13, 2022.

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      The 2026 El Niño continues to quickly strengthen and spread. The NOAA Climate Prediction Center (CPC) states that there is a greater than 90% probability that a very strong El Niño will develop during the upcoming fall and winter. In addition, NOAA indicates a potential (69% chance) for a historic event during October–December 2026.

         

       

        
        
       
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