I'm crouched awkwardly under the table, stacking cans of beans 3-high in the bilge, counting as I go. 46, 47, 48…I'm hoping all 60 will fit in this cramped little corner. For the last week, my days have been absorbed with moving boxes of warm clothes, ordering boat parts, making lists and buying 25-pound bags of rice. We are in the final days of preparation before untying the lines of DogBark!, a 1990 Open 60 sailboat, and embarking on a voyage from Seattle to Greenland via the Northwest Passage. Things are a bit hectic.