My cousin and I were born in June, and three-year-old Brett was actually a couple months short of his third birthday. Brett’s stay aboard Heather was longer than originally expected, as I was born a week late. Since I began researching my grandfather’s career, I always envied Brett for being the oldest grandson, though I was at least the recipient of a cool nickname (I was a rather chubby baby).
By the looks of the photo below, taken at Lake Charlevoix in northern Michigan, my grandparents were pleased with their young crew member. (Somewhere I have a letter my grandfather wrote where he described him as “not too much of a trouble,” a line Brett and I laughed about.) This was probably around the seven-day mark of a voyage that originated on Lake Macatawa (Heather‘s home port), another small lake connected to Lake Michigan, 200+ miles to the south. I’d guess Brett sailed aboard Heather for another week, until it was closer to Ann Arbor, where our family lived (My guess would be Lake St. Clair, located between Lake Huron and Lake Erie).
My grandparents continued sailing all summer, and the two weeks Brett spent aboard Heather must have left quite an impression on him.
After college, Brett moved to New York City. A few years later, he bought his first sailboat. Soon, the 23-foot sloop was replaced by a 43-foot ketch, which he started living aboard at a marina on the Hudson River. My brother had clearly caught the sailing bug that ran in my family. Brett later moved to California—along with his boat, which he trucked across the country in lieu of a moving van. He continued living aboard, until he settled down and married. He sold the ketch, but soon replaced it with a succession of newer sloops, which were better suited for day sailing on San Francisco Bay.
I’ve never owned a boat, but as someone who always looked to his older brother for guidance, I always felt more comfortable in the role of first mate.

A later move to Colorado necessitated the sale of his boat, but eventually Brett scratched his itch when he acquired a small sloop, which he kept on Lake Dillon, a reservoir described as having the world’s highest deep-water sailing (elevation: 9000 feet) .
A couple days before Christmas, Brett lost a valiantly-fought battle with esophageal cancer. This year, following his diagnosis, I was fortunate to spend a good deal of time with him. After a relocation to Virginia, he even purchased a new 34-foot power boat on which he hoped to explore the waters of the Chesapeake Bay.
I’m happy to know that Brett has finally found peace, calm seas, and smooth sailing.
January 1 was Kreigh Collins’ 117th birthday. Wishing all my readers a Happy New Year!
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