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As with life rebuilding a boat is like solving a Rubiks Cube.  While there are many things we hope for and truly need as much as we want out of life we cant rush through putting the chicken before the egg.

When I purchased The` she came with a giant pile of freshly cast bronze that will someday complete my boom gallows and my lifelines. I understand that sailing without lifelines is actually safer than with them, but I have been trained to see those little wires as my safety net.  Life lines do a little to help keep you on the boat but if you go overboard good luck getting back aboard.

My simple boat list, 


Comfort (sea kindliness)



In life we seem to always feel the need  be connected to security, but are we ever truly secure?  I was having a conversation on a plane with a young woman and she commented, Ali I could never live like you I need my security.  I laughed and tried to explain that she was no more secure in life with her rich husband, an obvious marriage for security and not love, than I was living by the seat of my pants.  No matter how I tried to explain she couldn’t get it so I dumbed down a bit for her.

What matters?

Very Little.

Only the flicker of light within the darkness.

The feeling of warmth within the cold.

The knowledge of love within the void.

How much are you worth I asked?  Allot she replied, and we both agreed that I had no financial backing.  Sara with her millions and me with fifty bucks in my pocked.  So here is the situation I put in front of her.  Both engines on the plane fail and we start spiraling to earth in our coffin of a plane.  Are you any more secure than me?  She was silent for a minute and just stared back at me, then she began to cry.  I had just put her life into perspective, she had married for money and given the best ten years of her life to a man who didnt treat her all that well and paraded her around his friends like a trophy.

Back to the boat and my personal need for false security.  It will cost thousands of dollars that I don’t have to finish the boom gallows.  If I do finish them then I will need another $500.00 to have stanchions made for the fore deck to complete my lifelines.  My boat was originally built with no boomkin so she carries a taller rig with a shorter boom and a new lower cut main sail.  If I add the boom gallows I will need a new boom measuring 18″ longer so the main sheet will clear the boom gallows.  I have a new main but if I replace the boom The sail will be too small for the new boom and I would hate to tap all the reef blocks in the wrong spot so I will also need a new main sail.  You can see where all this is going, How much time and money am I will to waste on something that I don’t really even need.

Men go back to the mountains, as they go back to sailing ships at sea, because in the mountains and on the sea they must face up.
          Henry David Thoreau

I spend an equal amount of time designing the boat as I do working on it.  The last time I sailed I had Ice on my deck and was careful and made it back just fine.  The question I have is what do I really need verse what do I think I need or perceive as mandatory safety equipment. Will a motor make my boat safer or actually more dangerous?  Will a deflate-able life-raft actually work in the unlikely event I need it?  Even if it inflates will I survive something terrible enough to take out my ship? Does radar make my boat safer or is it a false sense of security that actually make me more careless?  What about health/boat insurance doesn’t that cause me to neglect my health/boat knowing my health or boat can be fixed from all my neglect by insurance?  Wouldn’t being proactive and maintaining my body and boat to the highest standards be a better use of my time?

I find this all overwhelming and when it comes to be too much to process I simply pull out my Rubiks Cube.  To solve this mystery I must first start with one side, then work my way towards completing the puzzle.  Like life I still havnt solved the Rubiks Cube but I get a bit closer with each passing day.  The sea will teach me the lessons and show me what I do and don’t need on the boat, after all I can always add things later should they be deemed truly necessary.  In the meantime I am still sorting and figuring out this little boat and my life on my own and still learning every day.

“Which would have advanced the most at the end of a month–the boy who had made his own jackknife from the ore which he had dug and smelted, reading as much as would be necessary for this-or the boy who had attended the lectures on metallurgy at the Institute in the meanwhile, and had received a Rogers’ penknife from his father? Which would be most likely to cut his fingers?”