@ Dockhead -
thanks for taking the time to write such a level headed critisim - both the content and scope
of it shows thoughtfulness, intellegence, and insight.
I have nothing against people who sail big boats per-se, though one might argue that parading a 90 foot boat in front of the poor fishing
villages of Mexico
shows a certain....well, lack of sensitivity.
Nomad is about the size of a Mexican Panga.
I traded my Omega for a Sieko for the same reason.
As I pointed out earlier, I'm a decendant of John Alden, and he designed some very large, very beautiful boats - during the age of sail.
And for me, sailing is what it is about.
Engines destroy - for me - the peace and tranquility and spiritual communion I seek out on the water
, and electric propulsion
is the least evil and most environmentally freindly form of mechanical propulsion
I could find, outside of a big sculling oar, which BTW, I'm still considering.
I never presume to tell someone with a larger boat that they should sell it and buy a smaller boat -
Untill they start slagging me about how my sweet, gorgeous little old lady is "too small" "too slow" "needs self tailing
winches" "yacht braid" "to lose those tanbark sails" "needs roller furling" "a dodger" and especially "a powerful, reliable inboard diesel", all of which I am repeatedly subjected to by the dockside know it alls around here, who sail thier boats perhaphs once a month - if the weather
Imagine you are in love with a beautiful, but grey haired lady.
You sold everything you owned, and quit all your jobs so you could spend more time with her. Eventually, you moved in with her. And it was difficult at first - a period of adjustment followed, and most of your friends and especially your family
disaproved of your relationship with her.
But you loved her, and demonstrated resoluteness and comittment to her, so she slowly told you all her secrets, and whispered that if you treated her right and respected her, she would make all your dreams come true. Wary at first, because you'd been burned by so many relationships before, you slowly grew to trust her, and to understand that she'd never let you down if things got bad.
Now unfortunately, romancing little old ladies is not in fashion in your community.
Banging fat, materialistic, tempermental, teenage hookers is.
These flashy, bloated whores are paraded as objects of lust and desire in all the magazines, and they have an annual convention in your neighborhood, where they are paraded around like cattle in front of you. They all come with a retinue of servants and seconds who comb thier hair, polish thier shoes, and carry the trains of thier dresses.
Just to look at them you have to supplicate to thier pimps by taking your shoes off!
Now your peers lust after these trashy sluts, and they try to convince you that you need to dump your faithful older woman and marry a materialistic hooker just like they did.
But you are in love, remember?
Besides, from what you can tell, these fat, fast women are never fat enough or fast enough for thier sugar daddies - and as a result, daddy is ready to dump them the minuite a fatter faster tramp struts by and lifts her skirt or batts her eyelashes at them.
Now, how would you feel if that were the case?
Truth be known, I have the cash to purchase
a much, much larger boat.
However, I chose a small boat - the smallest in fact - that would allow me to realize my goals.
There is couple I run into here in MDR from time to time.
A charming, beautiful young lady who's with an older, wealthy guy. By all appearances, she loves and is devoted to him.
One day, I overheard them discussing thier cruising plans at a local coffee shop, so I chatted them up, telling them of my plans.
I asked what sort of boat they had.
It was a brand new Jeneau 52 or something - you know, one of those fast, gorgeous boats you cant wear shoes on at the boat shows.
And I complemented them on thier choice, and remarked what a beautiful boat it is ( I didnt say I dont appreciate how cute, comfortable, and fun young fat girls are, I said I'm in love with a faithful, frugal, grey haired little old lady, remember?)
And so the charming, beautiful young lady asked me what sort of boat I had...
"A Flicka" I said.
...and her face lit up, and she said
"Ooooh we looked at Flickas - they are beautiful boats!"
.....but her companion was not smiling. A dark cloud had appeared over his head, and a frown creased his lips.
"I could never live on a Flicka - too small. C'mon - we're leaving"
And he gathered up his woman and his other possesions, and out he walked with them.
I see them ocassionally around town, most recently last week at West Marine
. The girl always looks at me and smiles (especially when her man isnt looking) and I always smile and wave to both of them when he is.
But my smile is never returned by him.
So if you want discuss psychology, what is a big boat a substitute for with this guy?
The Sundeer is a great boat. A Dashew design if I'm not mistaken.
There is one that sails regularly here in MDR, and it is truly magnificent with that enormous fully battened main with its huge roach.
There is a Morris 42 that is gorgeous and out and about a lot, and an absolutely spectacular, fast, weatherly Wiley 44, cat rigged with an unstayed carbon fiber mast
and wishbone boom that its owner singlehands regularly out on the bay - after short tacking his big thouroughbred up the main channel.
Then there was the older gentleman in his Aerlion express short tacking his way dead upwind back to his slip last week.
And there are dozens of other boats I see out regularly, some large, but mostly small, including an intrepid group of atheletes that paddle tiny, traditional hawiian outrigger canoes on the open ocean - alone, and in all sorts of rough weather
, training for thier annual races to Catalina Island
across the San Pedro channel.
These folks are true sailors in my book.
People who's boats, while they are certainly proud of them, are are beside the point. They love the sea, and thier boats are thier means to access it - they are not status symbols or an egocentric extension of their penises.
As far as SOC windward work - This is a concern to me. I've been studying the wind
patterns, and it seems that it might make more sense to go counter clockwise, hugging the mexican mainland, where the winds tend to flow more regularly from land towards the sea, allowing reaching north, then crossing up around Tiburon and either working north to Isla de la Guardia and Bahia
de Los Angeles for the summer, or running south towards Costa Rica
to dodge the hurricane
Then again, I may just stay put in La Paz
for the first year.
Maybe I'll absolutely hate long term cruising
and sell my boat for a song down in Mexico
, and return to LA with my tail between my legs - watch "Yachworld" next spring.
I have no long term goals for my new life, except to take things as they come, and enjoy the beauty of the of the new places and people I'll meet along the way.
I've been bashing to windward my entire adult life, striving for goals against wind, sea, current
, and tide.
..... and I'm tired of it. So very, very tired.
Its time to ease the sheets
and run off downwind for a while....and to help developing economies, economically empower young women, and support thier industrious entrepenurship by visting local whorehouses.