Single handing
Somebody asked me today, how long I have been sailing. After counting on my fingers, then counting boats; I realized that my first venture as a ragbag skipper was over 45 years ago. Like many people, my boats got bigger and more sophisticated until I sudenly found myself boatless (well, not counting inflatibles, sailing dinghies, laser, whaler, etc.) due to economic mal de mer several years ago. After rebuilding and trading of a near-derelict, I bought a "throw away" Newport 20 with rotted sails, foul bottom, and an ancient 6hp Johnson longshaft. She was in the water, and had been for sale with a broker for nearly 2 years when I found her and bought her for the cost of the moorage bill.WHAT A DELIGHT. I sail Tir Na Nog (Celtic for "forever young") several times a week, in and out of a rather tight slip that is 20-or-so tacks up a narrow fairway. For the first year, we did it without motor. But out of deference to the quirks of wind that sometimes make the last 200 yards dead to weather with no room to come about, we now sail with a 3hp Yamaha that ramins covered, stowed, and drained 19 trips out of 20.This little sweethart can handle two people well, and three is ok. She was born with berths for 5 (go figure). But, the deal is, that I can be underway without engine in 4 minutes and stowed in 6 minutes. She does 5 knots in a breeze, and when it goes light she can maintain steerage in a minimum of .5 knots apparent wind speed and as little as .25 knots of boat speed. This litle girl can work her way out of almost any tight spot and tack all day in two boat lengths of water. With the addition of a tiller pilot, basic instruments, and comm gear--who needs a crew? And ghosting across the bay with 2-3 inches of low tide water under the keel on a quiet night, it's hard to imagine messing it up with conversation. Anyway, size does matter. And, bigger is not always better when it comes to enjoying some the the things we got into sailboats for in the first place.