I met my lady because she lived in the same complex that I was banished to by my Ex. I didn't get a boat, a small one, until 3 years ago. The first time she went sailing, she was wearing a PFD
and scared to death on a lake that was maybe 20' deep. Four sails
later, we were on the Sound fighting a nasty current
that was running with the wind
. I decided it was time to douse and motor
and when the jib
hung up, she went forward on a pitching foredeck with no PFD
(she forgot it) or linelines to yank it down.
Since then we've been in a couple of Gales and she did fine. With this last economic collapse, she's decided the whole picket fence and house full of things, that somebody can take away when your job goes South, just ain't what it's cracked up to be. Ya spend all of your time and years acquiring stuff and by the time ya figure out it don't mean nothin', it's too late.
So I'll get another good paying gig, liquidate much of the stuff, fill the kitty and we are GONE!!! My twenty dollar boat is paid for and she'll be good as new when the refit
is done. She's gone around the Horn from East to West so I know she can handle it. We'll be out there in a year, bank on it...