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When was the long lost art of sailing actually lost?  I call them Marconi trawlers, you see them everywhere, motorboats maneuvering around the islands with huge aluminum sticks carrying their well protected and unused sails.  I am beginning to think that I am my own worst nightmare, a sailor dependent on an engine.  Once again the boatyard has bent me over and…

the self sufficient sailor

My first sailboat a 1969 Seaquest came with no motor and so it began, I learned to sail.  Over the years I have gone engine-less on most of my boats, all of them at some point or another.  I’m no purist, I can assure my decision to go engine-less based off of poverty not tradition.  The combustion engine is my kryptonite, foul smelling, loud horrible beasts that they are I sure do like my little kicker.  Well I would if she would ever run.  Apparently my local boatyard feels the same way because ever since I have dropped it off they have done nothing.  Rather than communicate with me they have decided to completely ingore the fact that I dropped it off with a list of duties to preform hoping it would just vanish or perhaps implode leaving their hard working days to far greater paying projects.

Yuloh mount

Its all my fault, my complete incompetence when it comes all to matters of the engine; everything turns Chinese, my eyes glaze over and my mind goes completely blank.  I like to think of myself as being completely self sufficient but I’m not.  On my bow sits my beautiful though slightly warped Yuluh a thorn in my side because of all the wonders of this amazing device I have yet to figure out a proper mount worthy of drilling holes in my beautiful new taff rail.


It might cost me another three weeks of living in the boatyard but I’m headed down to reclaim my defunct engine, order a manual and become the sailor I want to be, the self sufficient kind.  Maybe I should just sell it and buy a new drifter and do what my boat does best, SAIL…

engine-less sailboat

Once again I find myself in a battle with my own mind.  For far too much of my life I had the core principal thought that it was cheaper to pay someone than to do it my self.  My time is more valuable than his was my common response.  Basic mathematics would support this theory but only in a fantasy world.  I like to call it fantasy economics.  Larry Pardey once wrote If you can’t fix it yourself you shouldn’t have it aboard.  My choice is a simple fix it or deep six it.

“Over the years, Americans in particular have been all too willing to squander their hard-earned independence and freedom for the illusion of feeling safe under someone else’s authority. The concept of self-sufficiency has been undermined in value over a scant few generations. The vast majority of the population seems to look down their noses upon self-reliance as some quaint dusty relic, entertained only by the hyperparanoid or those hopelessly incapable of fitting into mainstream society.”
― Cody Lundin

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