I hear the giggles being chased by tanned bare feet. The liveaboard life is a fine life for the little ones. I can only imagine it’s like living in J. R. R Tolkins Shire. Catching huge crabs off the dock, running barefoot through the spring grass, local farms and the farmers market, these young minds are living a life city kids couldn’t imagine in thier wildest dreams. I guess us grown up kids are doing the same as well.
Cleaning the boat for guests I found a killer bottle of wine and decided it would be a feast of all of my very well ripened veggies. In the city these would be thrown in the trash but on my tiny footprint I eat everything. In my ganja induced food coma I cranked reggae music and swayed to the beat as I chopped diced and spiced my gourmet meal.
There are no rules onboard Sookie, no curfew and no expectations other than to rejoice in the simple life and to keep our tiny footprint as small as possible. I’m not a vegan or a veggie head yet 98 percent of my diet would suggest that I am. I’ve chosen to commune with the briny deep I share company with, rather than to exploit it for my own benefit, not that for one second I disparage others that do. I just happen so see the creatures of the sea and earth as my brothers and sisters. I will however break with tradition on random occasions of cannibalism but it is an extreme rarity.
Crunchy kale, island heirloom tomatoes, fingerling potatoes, local garlic and onions, all these fruits of the land are my bounty. My quinoa salad is a masterpiece topped with fresh dried spicy pepper seeds, cilantro and if I’m really splurging fresh fetta cheese from a local farm.
I pile everything in the steamer, throw everything but the kitchen sponge in my pot and cook it for 10 minutes to conserve fuel. Another ten minutes off the heat and I have a fancy dinner with exactly enough leftovers to heat up for breakfast with a few farm fresh eggs and a bit of spicy juice. Simple living for sure and not for everybody but the perpetual smile on my face and well worn crows feet tell me I’m in to something good.
When it comes to finding the perfect liveaboard the key is to find a boat just small enough that you want to step out into nature at every available opportunity. To find a boat you can almost afford, because let’s face it, I’ve never once met a person who can afford thier boat be it 100 foot motor yacht or a 15′ Montgomery. The labor of love and sacrifice that we lavsh just a bit beyond our means, like a starving artist who is so passionate about creating thier masterpieces year in and year out with satisfaction and a life well lived as thier only rewards. The labor that you put into your boat and life will eventually pay off. My best advice having done this for almost all of my life is to make your first boat your last boat, go slow, make your home your lifestyle, your art and your artistry and take her everywhere you go. Sookie isn’t just a movable home, she is a moveable feast.
“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien