Originally Posted by Mikado
I am in the middle of packing for a three week trip to Florida
on my boat
, and thinking of the projects that I need to accomplish on this trip. As I was reviewing some pictures I realized that I can't help admiring her, even after all these years. It's like owning a beautiful classic
car and after parking her and walking away, you can't help but turn around to look back and admire.
Do you have similar feelings about your boat
? I wish I had a way of describing Solace to people. I mostly like the shape of the hull
, the way that the compound radius forms the beam. To me it's like looking at a classic
Aston Martin and admiring the lines.
One of my favorite movies is Master and Commander. One of my favorite lines is when Captain
Aubrey is describing the Surprise and says "Surprise is not old; no one would call her old. She has a bluff bow, lovely lines. She's a fine seabird: weatherly, stiff and fast... very fast, if she's well handled. No, she's not old; she's in her prime".
How do you describe your boat? I can't believe that I am the only one that thinks about this?
This is the type of question/comment that make this forum really worthwhile...
Fast, powerful, sleek, rugged, weatherly, seakindly, easy motion, forgiving yet requires a firm hand, exquisitely beautiful, graceful...these are just words that convey some meaning, but cannot express the deep feelings I have for my boat. I've done many things in my life, but nothing even comes close to the sense of completeness that I have when sailing on my own boat...just me, my dog and my boat. I believe that a boat possesses some sort of spirituality that cannot be explained, can only be felt. The shape of the hull
, the rake of the masts, the counter stern, the underwater shape, the flat run, the easy entry, the shape of the rudder
, all parts
of the whole. The sense of proportion, from a distance or up close, to my eye absolute perfection. But the sense of oneness that I feel with the old girl is what is the most satisfying...I think of all the places that we have been and will visit in the future, all the miles under the keel
, the way we move silently through the water
leaving no trace of our passing...the sound of rain on the deck
in a snug little cove, wood crackling in the galley
range, the smell of stew simmering, the color of the teak
joinery, the cream color of the overhead, the stout whiteness of the main mast
[sorry but I don't care for a varnished mast].
How would I describe my boat? I don't think I can...it's too personal.
But I really appreciate knowing that there are kindred spirits out there in the world. Who else would understand?