I realized I haven't yet stood up on the barstool and said my piece yet - so here goes.
My name is Greg, and I live in Anacortes, WA; about an hour and a half north of Seattle
. I'm currently enjoying a bit of a mini-retirement due to the confluence of being laifd off and a rediculously inflated housing market which allowed my houe to double in value in three years. So now I'm cleaning
up around the house and trying to plan a bit into the future. I'm desiring to get back to some warm waters, but right know I'm just waiting to finish my taxes
I began sailing at around 8 at a local sailing camp, where I spent my entire forst day alternately puking and turtling to rinse the puke out of the boat. Somehow I survived, and with the help of a Sunfish, explored Tampa Bay as a youth. I've been sailing ever since, mostly small boats (sub-30), did a short stint in college as a windsurf racer
. I've been teaching sailing on and off since high school
. I spent five years as an Outward Bound sailing instructor - you want some fun cruising, try 2 adults, 13 kids
in an open 30 foot sprit-rigged ketch
on the Chesapeake in October with an early winter gale's snowflakes swirling around the sail illustrating lift
. For three weeks. At anchor
every night. On land only twice. Did I mention the 13 teenagers?
I have two rules of sailing (or life in general) that I try to stick to -
1. Always look good. (I don't mean hair and makeup here - I mean don't scream at your wife when you're docking)
2. Never do any work any harder than you have to.
Thanks for the permission to come aboard.