Product Review: Don't buy a Spot Satellite Personal Tracker

On Saturday, July 18th, 2009, Kevin and I sailed my 20 foot Nacra 6.0 NA catamaran from Evanston, Illinois 62 miles across Lake Michigan to Benton Harbor, Michigan.
Without a motor we were completely at the mercy of the elements. For safety reasons we decided to purchase a Spot Satellite Personal Tracker. Spot Satellite Personal Tracker is a compact device that is marketed to most outdoor enthusiasts including boaters, campers, fishermen, hikers, hunters, pilots, snowmobilers and most relevant; sailors. Any activity that takes you out of cell phone range seems to be the perfect opportunity to use a Spot Satellite Personal Tracker.
Spot Satellite Personal Tracker works in a couple different ways. It can send an "I'm okay" text-message or email with your latitude and longitude to friends and family whenever you press the Check In button. Or, Spot Satellite Personal Tracker can automatically send your latitude and longitude to an online map every 10 minutes where friends and family can monitor your current position.
In the event of an emergency Spot Satellite Personal Tracker has two functions. You can send a "I need help" text message and email to friends or another button sends your latitude and longitude to emergency personnel.
Spot Satellite Personal Tracker is not reliable. Not reliable at all in fact. The product marketing for Spot Satellite Personal Tracker is excellent. It seems they spared no expense promoting and packaging Spot Satellite Personal Tracker but the important part, research and development, seems to be where they dropped the ball.
Like any satellite system, Spot Satellite Personal Tracker requires a "clear view of the sky". In the middle of Lake Michigan on a clear day Spot Satellite Personal Tracker was not able to maintain a satellite signal and after approximately 90 minutes of tracking, Spot Satellite Personal Tracker stopped updating our position online.
Because Spot Satellite Personal Tracker indicates its operational status with an array of blinking lights, it's next to impossible to understand what it's doing or what it's already done. Spot Satellite Personal Tracker comes with a brief operating manual and has more operating instructions on their website, but with 4 buttons and 4 blinking lights, it's extremely complex to operate. It clearly would benefit from an LCD screen.
When Spot Satellite Personal Tracker stopped working on Saturday, family members became extremely concerned and phoned the Coast Guard. Apparently the Coast Guard was 10 minutes from launching a rescue helicopter to find us when we arrived in Benton Harbor, Michigan 5 1/2 hours after leaving Evanston, Illinois.
Because the device is so difficult to operate, we had no way of knowing that the Spot Satellite Personal Tracker had stopped reporting our position.
Spot Satellite Personal Tracker should be marketed as an interesting toy, not a life safety device. Their marketing slogan is "Live to tell about it" which is quite catchy but in reality, had there been an actual emergency on Lake Michigan that day, we may not have lived to tell about it or write this review.
The bottom line is that if you need a reliable emergency communication device, avoid the Spot Satellite Personal Tracker and purchase or rent a satellite phone.


Well, 2006 has come to a close which means it's time to plan the upcoming year. I present the HobieDog.com 2006 annual report (which has more to do with 2007 than 2006).
Hobie spent the weekend at Camp Nettie in Michigan with good buddies Wrigley and Gracie. Here he is momentarily intrigued by a caged rabbit who is clearly aware of the security its cage guarantees.

Hobie's proud to announce the August Fan of the Month: Miriam from Skokie, IL. Congratulations Miriam, you can pick up your official Hobie Fan Club T-Shirt between the hours of 1:03 and 1:04AM, Monday through Tuesday this week only.
Jib, Hobie and Tiller squeezed in the back of the Subaru. That's 3 golden retrievers and 1 station wagon for those of you keeping count. It was a squeeze but they loved it!
Hobie and Tiller are like 2 cousins - best friends. They played more than I've ever seen 2 dogs play. They didn't seem to get tired of each other. Hobie is 2 year old now and Tiller is a year younger but weighs a good 25 pounds more than Hobie. They play like littermates.
We took Hobie backpacking up Blodgett Canyon in the Bitterroot Valley. After hiking 10 miles, we pitched a tent and snapped some photos. Hobie got himself pretty dirty.
It's funny how much dry dog food weighs when you have to pack it around. Actually, "funny" isn't the word. I should say it's "heavy". I wonder if they make camping versions of dog food - maybe freeze dried or something more portable like that.
After a 12 mile hike through Blodgett Canyon in the Bitterroot Valley, Hobie voiced his need for some ice cream Dairy Queen style.
Cousins Jib and Tiller also attended the dessert-outing but demonstrated a different approach to cone-consumption. In fact, they consumed their treats so quickly it was not possible to photograph the split-second event. Hobie on the other hand, takes time and enjoys each lick.
1,587 miles and 26 hours later, Hobie crossed 6 state lines to see his buddy Toby, and cousins Tiller and Jib. Hobie's trip included overnight stays in 2 hotels, sightseeing at Mt. Rushmore, a stop at Wall, South Dakota, and 12 hours of rough-housing with Toby in Bozeman, Montana. All said and done, he's here in Missoula visiting cousins and his grandparents before he makes the long trip back to Illinois.
Tired of watching the World Cup by himself, Hobie invited Noah to visit for the week so they could cheer for their favorite teams. Between games we sailed, visited Chicago hotspots (some of which Hobie was unable to attend), and trained-for and completed a grueling 5 kilometer race.
Needless to say, Indiana chapter sorority sisters identified him as a non-believer and rejected his application.
Hobie celebrated his 2nd birthday today - older today than yesterday but still the same poorly-behaved bundle of fur we know and love. Pictured here with the only toy he's had all along and hasn't destroyed; Bailey Dog.
A week prior, I celebrated my birthday with a trip to a Glider Port where I went soaring in a pretty cool glider. Hobie stayed on the ground where he served as a K9 windsock. Pictured here Hobie has measured a 7 knot breeze out of the South. Perfect conditions.
Clearly unaware of his own size, Hobie climbs into people's laps when he gets scared. Scared of anything. Like what you ask? Cell phones for example. Or more commonly among his breed, vacuum cleaners. In that same category though less common, swiffer dust mops. Here he is sharing a chair with Melissa.
Even though I told him not to, Hobie decided that licking his privates would alleviate some of his discomfort. The result was a week in the cone - so we made the best of it.
Well, it finally happened - Hobie got neutered.
After a somewhat lengthy hiatus, the band is back together again and life is slowly returning to normal. No more exotic destinations, no more holidays, and no more tonsils.
Hobie's away at sleep-over camp near Detroit, Michigan. As you can see from the picture, he's being treated well and has found treats the likes of which he hadn't even imagined.
Behavior is a rare luxury, not a priority, for these 2 animals.
It's the kind of thing I can't explain more than to just say "I found her". Meet sweet Melissa! Peas and carrots.
Yep, it's been awhile since Hobie has updated his website. That's because he's been busy. Let's see - we flew to Montana to celebrate Hobie's 1st birthday!
Hobie now makes a regular habit out of lifting his leg. It's great! That's my boy! I was so proud of him that I ran out and bought him a Rainbow Trout toy which he A) enjoys playing with and B) hasn't ruined or buried yet.
It's not that I don't want to make my bed...it's physically not possible. I'm dealing with a rather large animal.
Hobie, proud owner of 1 tennis ball, became the proud owner of 26 tennis balls in a blink of an eye. Joscelyn and Zach visited and during a regular walk, identified 26 tennis balls as well as 2 softballs and 1 baseball all of which we packed home.
Hobie Monkey had a great time playing with his pal Toby Bear while in Montana.
Last night Hobie finished puppy school at Petsmart! Though he rarely paid attention, he was clearly the brightest dog in attendance and was able to demonstrate a prominent understanding of such principles as sit, stay, and lie down. Advanced concepts such as "stop doing that", "come" and "eat your food", still need some work.
Hobie enjoyed his first Thanksgiving from his usual post underneath the dining room table. As it so happened, Thanksgiving also brought the winter's first snowfall - a new weather phenomenon previously unknown to the Hobester!
Hobie celebrated his first Halloween with his very own 52-pound monstrosity of a pumpkin. I lashed it to my bumper, dragged it home, and then used a crane to get it from the garage to the front porch where I set to work carving it.
Hobie helped carve his pumpkin by insisting that he eat the insides as I scooped them out.
Though this was definitely not Hobie's first trip to the beach, it was one of the first times I brought the camera and got some pictures of my Hobie Dog and Hobie Cat. In true family tradition, Hobie was named with sailing in mind.
The parents visited from Montana and met 3-month-old Hobie aka Hobe, Hobinator, Hoberator, Hobert, Hobie Monkey, Hungry Hungry Hobie, H-Bomb. Though he opted not to be on his best behavior, the visit went well and he was invited to visit the family dogs in Montana at his earliest convenience.
I've come to recognize the warning signs of imminent bad behavior. It's quite simple actually. When Hobie's tongue is hanging out, something bad is going to happen. "Something bad" can really be just about anything. For example, he may ruin a pair of shoes - chew through cables, or simply decide that the carpet would be fun to tear up.
Hobie was born June 4th, 2004 in Meppen, IL. Today he is 5 1/2 months old, weighs 47 1/2 pounds and works full time at Gecko Designs, a design and marketing firm where he regularly destroys office furniture, computer equipment and phone lines.
