Started sailing soon after we got married in 1983. Small day sailboats. Purchased three of them at garage sales. Really enjoyed it. I always swam like a fish
, she does not swim. At 105 pounds and all bones and muscle, she sank like a rock. She always wore safety
attire. Never without a life vest on. I could get her to go, but it was always a duty for her. She had no love of it at all. Sold the sailboats to get money
for a downpayment on a house.
Skip ahead almost 30 years..........
One day last fall, I just got the urge to buy a sailboat. I was getting older, getting slower, and not doing real well for 55. Tired and slowing down. I own my own business and working 20 hour days for 25 years finally got to me.
I figured I could die at my desk, or go sailing and get some fresh air? The boat seemed like the answer. I had put in my time, and I had a vacation
I drove to the marina and purchased a MacGregor
25. Wife had no idea. Naturally she was thrilled to later learn this. Because of my health
, I cannot sail this alone, I need a crew. She does not know how to sail, and cannot remember bow from port, so lots of finger pointing goes along with instructions. Basically she hates it.
The Mac was way too small for me. I am 6'7" tall and over 400 pounds, so placing one foot on the boat made it just about flip over. The cabin
was so small I needed to walk around below at an 90 degree bend at the hips.
A slip I leased was a max length of 32 feet, so I searched out 32 feet sailboats. In looking around, I fell in love with ketch
rigs, and a ketch Clipper Marine
32 aft cabin
was available in LA. It was reduced from $14,000 and no takers for three years to $4,000.
That sounds all well and good, but a week before we had just slipped a 32 Clipper Marine sloop
I found on the Great Lakes
. I had never seen in the boat except for a couple bad photographs that showed very little. She climbed aboard as she climbs like a monkey, pronounced it a sailboat, and we pulled it home. Traded our Mac straight across for it. Seemed like a good trade
. Once in the water, and I got a look inside, I did not like the boat. Nothing was original. Walls were redone in blonde ffloating laminate for floors. It looked unimaginable. It sails
nice, but the engine
is a outboard
that was a regular shaft, and a extra deep shaft was needed to reach the water. Found a proper engine
. Then the LA boat lowered in price
It is a wonder she did not leave me, killing me first naturally. Somehow she did not.
One thing I need to mention, is every sailboat I purchased in just a few weeks of sailing (winter break in there) was filthy. Filthy really does not describe them. Raunchy, disgusting, nauseating. The last one has stuff from Mars growing on it.
, bottom paint
, this n that, doubled the bargain price
of the LA boat. She is a great looking sailboat, but my wife gets pissed thinking about all the money
, all the cleaning
, all the everything we put into this sudden sailboat urge at 55.
She is still thin, and floats better than she once did, but she is still afraid of swimming. She thinks heeling is her death march. Anything over 10 degrees and she is screaming. If the wind
is over 5 mph she does not want to go. She will go, but it is like dating a strange Doberman in a locked business at 3am.
Am I tempted to say so long honey, it has been wonderful, divorce her and get a 50 foot ketch and sail the world! I dream about that almost daily.
Commitment. How often does one find that these days? New coffee cup at a convience store each day, throw away pop cans from vending machines, new car every couple years. New everything, every time you turn around. How many people marry or stay married? Damn few. Broken homes, broken dreams, broken promises.
I would love to grab a college girl and go sail the world, but it ain't going to happen, because I made my bed
, and now I am laying in it.
I compromise, she does then same as she clinches her teeth. We get by. Love? Not a back seat love from 30 years ago. A love like a piece of yourself. Wife makes me smile, sailboat makes me smile, and I wait out my time. Content in knowing my place.
Last pic is the boat as it looked in LA. I thought it was white. It was that dirty and fouled with oxidation. The dark blue boat, sailed it once For sale
if anyone loves floor laminate.