25 years ago Baja was the wild west I remember taking a 10 hour bus ride for an effing screw one time. We try and be self reliant and prepared for everything but the truth is you simply cant have it all. I have boxes and boxes of gear and fittings that I have no use for but I keep them just in case a neighbor stops by searching for that elusive…
I don’t have everything I want, just everything I need. For all that I don’t have its just a boat or two away and I prefer to borrow the things I may only need to use once. I was walking down the dock one day looking for some scrap line so I could jerry rig my reef lines when I met Dick. From that day forward Dick would always stop to chat and offer assistance in any of my hundred projects I was attempting to finish so I could cut my dock lines and sail away.
Spring is like that at the dock we all forget we have boats during the coldest winter months or simply crawl into our cabins to hibernate. When the first sign of spring arrives we scurry around trying to fix everything we broke the following season or upgrade things that don’t work the way we like. Slowly I am moving back aboard and going through every item as I pack my life away. I don’t know how I accumulate so much stuff but I have room for everything that is important.
Everything on Sookie has its place and purpose, often more than one purpose. First and foremost She is loaded with tools, tools for fixing things, tools for making things, tools to tell me where I am and tools to tell me where I’m going. We also have tools to make food, tools to eat our food with, and tools to store food. The secondary role of all these tools is that they are toys. I don’t remember any day that I haven’t pulled out a chart and scoured the contour of the lands end searching for new secret places to explore. I read small parts of guide books daily and when I find myself alone or with nothing to do I pull out a pot and see what I can create. I aways have serveral projects going but seeing as my skills are limited they go very slowly. I’m a perfectionist which doesn’t mean I do everything perfect. It means I drive myself crazy attempting to do everything perfect. I have dozens of unread books, carving tools and chunks of wood scavenged from friends scarp piles. When all else fails I pull out my little Ukulele and strum her stings, if nobody is looking I sing to Chloe, she loves it. I could easily spend weeks aboard completely content with what I have.
An obvious solution for many boaters is to buy a bigger boat so they can store more crap. For me the challenge of making my boat larger though efficiency and economy keeps my boat tastes small efficient and affordable but most of all just plain fun. At the end of the day Sookie is the best of my big boy toys and my E ticket to freedom, nature and the type of adventure only the sea can offer.
“I HAVE NOT TIRED OF THE WILDERNESS; RATHER I ENJOY ITS BEAUTY AND THE VAGRANT LIFE I LEAD, MORE KEENLY ALL THE TIME. I PREFER THE SADDLE TO THE STREETCAR AND STAR-SPRINKLED SKY TO A ROOF, THE OBSCURE AND DIFFICULT TRAIL, LEADING INTO THE UNKNOWN TO ANY PAVED HIGHWAY, AND THE DEEP PEACE OF THE WILD TO THE DISCONTENT BRED BY CITIES.” ~Everett Ruess