Wednesday, September 23, 2015



We are happy to announce that our annual Camp Easton - Sailing Voyage, Beach Party, and Camp Out is set for Friday, October 2nd - Saturday, October 3rd.
We will sail from the Lake Coeur d'Alene 3rd Street Boat Launch over to the camp Friday. Some are planning to sail over at noon on Friday and others later after they get off work.
For details, please text or call Skipper/Commodore Miles Moore at 208-6704-4454. or email
Once there, we'll have dinner Friday night, talk about future Hobie Fleet and Sea Scout adventures, and camp out on the beach. Early Saturday we will do a shoreline service project.
The next morning on Saturday is breakfast, clean up shoreline service project, and sailing with our return to Coeur d'Alene mid-afternoon.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Hobie Fleet/Youth-Sea Cats Splash Event

Sept. 19th  at Noon

Whether you’re an experienced sailor or not this event is for you. Come sail a Hobie… sail as a skipper or crew.

Free prizes…. Free food… Free sailing… Learn to Trapeze… J

This is primarily a youth event but adult Hobie sailors are encouraged to attend.

To attended RSVP Miles Moore at or call (prefer you text) 208-704-4454. Follow up email/text will include more details about this event.

And for an added youth prize watch this video and tell Miles Moore at the event what some sailors are doing right and others are doing wrong when they go around the yellow bouy between 4:30-6:40 mark on this video… (type it into your browser)

Saturday, July 4, 2015

4th of July!

Have an amazing 4th of July! Hope you enjoy these two song and it reminds us all why this nation is so great!

For you Rockers! Here is an amazing song!

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Americas Cup Hobie Wave Sailing

Some more info about the Americas Cup youth sailing program using Hobie Wave's.... check it out...

Monday, May 25, 2015

Memorial Day

I thought it was only fitting I supply you with this article about honoring those that have fallen in war to keep us free. Here is the link... See Below!

And I personally would like to thank those of you that have served in the military or have family members who have or are serving for your/their service and commitment to help keep us free. Any of you who have lost loved ones in a military conflict I give you my sincere condolences... There is no greater love than to give your life for another!

Have a wonderful Memorial Day!

Miles Moore, Skipper/Commodore
Sailing the Inland NW/Hobie Fleet 926
Sea Cats Ship 926
Team Access Sailors

On Memorial Day!

What we owe to the fallen, and to those now serving.

Updated May 29, 2010 12:01 a.m. ET

In American military cemeteries all over the world, seemingly endless rows of whitened grave markers stand largely unvisited and in silence. The gardeners tend the lawns, one section at a time. Even at the famous sites, tourism is inconstant. Sunsets and dawns, winter nights, softly falling snow, and gorgeous summer mornings mainly find the graves and those who lie within them protected in eternal tranquility. Now and then a visitor linked by love, blood, or both will come to make that connection with the dead that only love can sustain.

Sometimes you see them, quiet in some neglected corner beneath the trees or on a field above the sea, but numbers and time make this the exception. If not completely forgotten, the vast ranks of Civil War dead are now primarily the object of genealogy and historians, as the fathers and mothers, women, children, and brothers who loved them are now long gone. As it is for everyone else it is for the dead of all the wars, and neither proclamations nor holidays nor children innocently placing flags can cure it.

Nonetheless, a universal connection links every living American with those who have fallen or will fall in American wars and overrides the lapses in sustaining and honoring their memories. We are and shall be connected to them by debt and obligation. Though if by and large we ignore the debt we owe to those who fell at Saratoga, Antietam, the Marne, the Pointe du Hoc, and a thousand other places and more, our lives and everything we value are the ledger in which it is indelibly recorded. And even if we fail in the obligation, it is clear and it remains.

What do we owe soldiers on the battlefields of the present or—do not doubt it—the future? How does one honor the inexpressibly difficult decision to walk toward annihilation, in some instances guaranteed, for the sake of the imperfect strategies of war, their confused execution, and their uncertain result? What can we offer the soldiers who will not know the outcome of their struggle, or ever again see those left behind?

We owe them a decision to go to war ratified unambiguously by the American people through their constitutional and republican institutions. Except where instantaneous response is necessitated by a clear and present danger, this means a declaration of war issued by a Congress that will fully support its own carefully determined decision and those it sends to carry it out—nothing less, nothing hedged, nothing ducked.

This requires in turn the kind of extraordinary, penetrating debate that can occur only among those wise enough to understand mortality and weigh it against principles that cannot be left undefended. It requires a president who can argue for his decision not merely with eloquence but substantively and tenaciously—guided only by the long-term interests of the United States, not fatuous slogans, political imperatives, and easily impeachable ideological notions of the right, left, or center.

Look ahead, not back. If we commit soldiers to battle, we must support them unstintingly. There are many ways to pay for war: taxing, borrowing, cutting other expenditures, sharing the burden with allies, adjusting war aims, and starving the means to fight. The only unacceptable one is the last. If the general population must do with less, so be it, for the problem is only imagined. Better than feckless politicians who think it lives by bread alone, the American people has always known that its enlisted sacrifices are hardly commensurate with those of the maimed and the dead.

A soldier's destiny must rest, rather than with careerists, in the hands of grave and responsible officials and commanders, those who experience what Churchill called the statesman's "stress of soul." He should never have to die for the sake of an academic theory once the doctoral thesis of an Ivy League idealist working his way up through the bureaucracies and think tanks.

And yet the commander who does not labor to educate himself unceasingly is likely no better than his opposite number in the seminar room. Above all, he must have a genius for war, an inherent quality that cannot be manufactured and is usually crowded out by that part of the brain that makes for a brilliant career, and punished by the higher ranks for having what they do not. Such people deserve the protection and promotion that mostly they do not receive, for when they do they become Grant, Churchill, Marshall, Eisenhower, and Patton.

The debt we owe, and in regard to which we are at present deeply in arrears, may be difficult to pay but it is easy to see. To grasp its conspicuous clarity one need only walk among the graves and pause to give proper thought to even just one life among the many. Read slowly the name, the dates, the place where everything came to an end.

I have seen lonely people of advancing age, yet as constant as angels, keeping faith to those they loved who fell in wars that current generations, not having known them, cannot even forget. The sight of them moving hesitantly among the tablets and crosses is enough to break your heart. Let that break be the father to a profound resolution to fulfill our obligation to the endless chain of the mourning and the dead. Shall we not sacrifice where required? Shall we not prove more responsible, courageous, honest, and assiduous? Shall we not illuminate our decisions with the light that comes from the stress of soul, and ever keep faith with the fallen by embracing the soldiers who fight in our name? The answer must be that we shall.

Mr. Helprin, a senior fellow at the Claremont Institute, is the author of, among other works, "Winter's Tale" (Harcourt), "A Soldier of the Great War" (Harcourt) and, most recently, "Digital Barbarism" (HarperCollins). Link to original article at

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Hobie Wave Youth Americas Cup Program

The Americas Cup authority has developed a youth sailing program for youth ages 9-12 in Burmuda on Hobie Wave catamarans. I have always said the Hobie Wave is the perfect youth sailing boat for youth ages 6 to 16... from 16 they can keep sailing the Wave as an adult, or move into the exciting world of Hobie 16 doubles adult racing, or into A Class foiling Cats for solo racing or into F18 cats (soon to be foiling). I am glad the Americas Cup officials have recognized the amazing Hobie Wave! Learn more at