Through the generous help of the Maine Windjammer Association, freelance editor/writer/videographer Ben McCanna booked himself into 12 trips one fine Maine summer. Finally, after four years of learning about sailing as an editor with a nautical book publishing company in Midcoast Maine, he would have an opportunity to put this esoteric knowledge to good use... and make a true adventure of it.

Over the next six and a half months, he followed the schooner "bums," an affectionate name given to crew members and the deserving passenger(s). He got to know the captains and crew during spring fit-out. He met the passengers when the trips began in late May. He sailed the cool waters of Penobscot Bay aboard all 12 of the ships within the Maine Windjammer Association, and he acquainted himself with each ship's unique personality. In the fall, he followed the crews as they prepared the ships, stowed gear and ultimately put the boats "to bed" for winter. Along the way, he pestered the schooner crews with endless questions. What's it like to cook meals for 20 on a wood stove? What's it like to douse a topsail while teetering precariously from ratlines 60 feet off the deck? What's it like to compete against two dozen other captains during the annual Great Schooner Race?

Twice each month from March to mid-October, he answered these questions and many more by posting stories, videos, and photos to www.downeast.com.

Following are his collection of blogs, called "Berth of the Cool: A Maine Windjammer Journal." We hope you'll enjoy them as much as Ben did creating them.

The End of Season and Series

Ben McCanna

I didn’t sail much in July. When I disembarked the Lewis R. French on July 5th, I wouldn’t sail again until boarding the Angelique in early August. During that long month ashore, I spent most of my time writing; getting caught up on the six trips I’d already taken.

Zen and the Art of Windjamming

Sundown at Anchor

In the morning, there is sunshine. The crisp autumn air is trumped by a blast of warm sun, and the American Eagle’s guests stroll the two-lane blacktop toward South Brooksville.

Why Sail in October?

Jolly Jack-o-lantern

When I boarded the American Eagle yesterday morning, I was nagged by two questions.

The Schooner Bum Temps

Sailing into a cold front.

It is a cold, rainy October morning at North End Shipyard in Rockland. The Heritage crew has just emerged from their bunks to continue downrigging their vessel for the winter; the Mercantile—the first schooner to board passengers this season—is blocked up on the railway for end-of-season maintenance.

Riding Out a Tropical Storm

The Morning After

My first order of business this foggy morning is to apologize to Paul Dorr, the captain’s brother and cook. I want him to know that although I personally feel that each member of the Heritage crew is thoroughly awesome, I readily admit their language last night in the Bowdich’s galley was beyond the pale.

Weekend Windjammer Getaway

Windjammer Weekend

Captain Owen Dorr has a lot on his mind. As his Nathaniel Bowditch sails into foggy West Penobscot Bay, the VHF is buzzing with radio traffic—its volume set perhaps a tad louder than usual.

The Vicarious Joys of Children At Play

Portrait of Pirates

It is a sunny, windless morning in Merchants Row, and the children aboard the Isaac H. Evans begin the day with a swim in the cold waters off Russ Island.

When the Captain and Mate are Mates

Treasure Island

If Captain Brenda Thomas were a public figure she’d have gotten a lot of ink during the past year; checkout aisles from coast to coast would be littered with tabloids bearing her beaming image, and her publicist would log long hours on the telephone confirming or denying scurrilous details of the whirlwind romance with her new beau.

Pirate Adventure Cruise

The Jolly Roger

The Isaac H. Evans is ghosting across West Penobscot Bay in light airs under a silvery haze. Off our starboard quarter, we see the Heritage gaining slowly on our position.

See the World: Learn to Cook

The view from the bow sprit.

It is a cold, wet day. We woke this morning to cloudy skies over Holbrook Harbor, and after an hour-long shore trip to the colonial village of Castine, those skies let loose. The sideways rain that now falls upon West Penobscot Bay has cleared the Angelique’s decks of everyone but crew.