Just to repeat my favorite Sterling Hayden quote for the benefit of anyone who hasn’t read previous posts:
“[FONT="]Every true voyage must rest on a firm foundation of financial uncertainty.[/FONT][FONT=&]”[/FONT]
I titled my first post about this engine problem "The End of the Voyage" because I have been thinking about the uncertainty as being about the cruising. I’ve been envisioning a red line on the bank balance gauge and, when the needle goes over the line, the cruising is over and I go back to life on shore. My needle was already well over the yellow line when this happened.
The way out of this for me is to realize that the voyage is life and life is the voyage which is what I think that wicked old sailor actually meant. I’m just going to shift the yellow and red lines around the dial to the same distance from destitution as I previously had them set from giving up sailing. That frees up enough money to put a brand new engine in the boat if it comes to that.
Life is uncertain anyway. A couple of blood platelets could clump together in the wrong spot and tomorrow this forum filled with posts about what a strange and interesting guy I was and how much you will all miss my writing.
Ironically, I was thinking about returning to shore life for a while for quite a bit before this happened. I used to love being alone on the boat and cruising alone. It’s like the famous Titanic joke though. A passenger says, “I asked for ice but this is ridiculous.” I’ve come to realize that I’m just not cut out for singlehanded cruising of this length and duration. I’m good for a lot more of it than most people but there are limits.
I’ve given a lot of my life to the sea. I find my attraction for rough water, waves, and big open spaces decreasing at about the same rate that my interest in waterways and shorelines sliding along close enough to see the wildlife and appreciate the nature of the communities and life on shore is increasing. The fact that Barbara would be much more inclined to join me for this kind of cruising is a pretty significant issue.
The builder of my Yawldory design has been after me to design the perfect ICW cruiser which would also be a great boat for the Great Loop, the canals in Canada, and all sorts of interesting places. I swore I would never design another boat but the wheels are turning in my mind.
I really want a pilothouse and I found myself constantly frustrated on the ICW by that keel hanging down there, even though Strider’s isn’t very deep. There are so many beautiful places that I just couldn’t reach or explore.
I’ve planned my whole life around the idea that I would never sell this boat but I’m beginning to conceive of it as being possible for the first time.
“[FONT="]Every true voyage must rest on a firm foundation of financial uncertainty.[/FONT][FONT=&]”[/FONT]
I titled my first post about this engine problem "The End of the Voyage" because I have been thinking about the uncertainty as being about the cruising. I’ve been envisioning a red line on the bank balance gauge and, when the needle goes over the line, the cruising is over and I go back to life on shore. My needle was already well over the yellow line when this happened.
The way out of this for me is to realize that the voyage is life and life is the voyage which is what I think that wicked old sailor actually meant. I’m just going to shift the yellow and red lines around the dial to the same distance from destitution as I previously had them set from giving up sailing. That frees up enough money to put a brand new engine in the boat if it comes to that.
Life is uncertain anyway. A couple of blood platelets could clump together in the wrong spot and tomorrow this forum filled with posts about what a strange and interesting guy I was and how much you will all miss my writing.
Ironically, I was thinking about returning to shore life for a while for quite a bit before this happened. I used to love being alone on the boat and cruising alone. It’s like the famous Titanic joke though. A passenger says, “I asked for ice but this is ridiculous.” I’ve come to realize that I’m just not cut out for singlehanded cruising of this length and duration. I’m good for a lot more of it than most people but there are limits.
I’ve given a lot of my life to the sea. I find my attraction for rough water, waves, and big open spaces decreasing at about the same rate that my interest in waterways and shorelines sliding along close enough to see the wildlife and appreciate the nature of the communities and life on shore is increasing. The fact that Barbara would be much more inclined to join me for this kind of cruising is a pretty significant issue.
The builder of my Yawldory design has been after me to design the perfect ICW cruiser which would also be a great boat for the Great Loop, the canals in Canada, and all sorts of interesting places. I swore I would never design another boat but the wheels are turning in my mind.
I really want a pilothouse and I found myself constantly frustrated on the ICW by that keel hanging down there, even though Strider’s isn’t very deep. There are so many beautiful places that I just couldn’t reach or explore.
I’ve planned my whole life around the idea that I would never sell this boat but I’m beginning to conceive of it as being possible for the first time.
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