"Once you start sailing... either you hate it...
or it becomes an intimate part of you."
I grew up sailing. No, not onboard a cruising vessel, but sailing around on the Columbia
River, OR. It was part of me, and I was completely at home on the boats. I was always that kid who would lend a hand docking
, tieing up, or scrubbing down. For many years I was a dock
Fast forward 25ish years, and I ended up in Las Vegas for a conference, and needed to get out of town. I was thinking initially of zipping over to Pheonix to visit some friends; however, I wanted to stop and see Lake Meade first. I hung out at the Marina, visited with sailors and just chilled out at the small cafe that is there. Needless to say I never made it to Pheonix, but I did manage to get to sail again. While I was sailing I found myself thinking... What the heck am I doing? I haven't been this happy and relaxed in a long, long time.
So now I'm making plans of escaping this rat race
To break the expected mold
and get away from it all. Hoping that this forum might provide answers to the questions I don't have yet, so I can make better plans for the future.