When I go to the sea I take my masters with me on every journey. Robin lee graham, Lea, the Davis brothers, Karl, Larry Pardey and dozens more. They are all there and it’s because of them that I am there. I literally learned to read with the Dove and it was only a few short years later that I tracked them down, both Robin and Patti in a little mountian town, I was eight years old.
My tiller, hand crafted by Mike Anderson, my cranse iron by Larry Pardey, a beer bag from gentle flower my shackle wrench from Frenchie and the lanyard from Captian sterling, the list goes on. Every time I sail I look at my bronze pad eyes that hold my ABI main sheet blocks. One day a good friend showed up with them and his drill and said lets go sailing. A year later he showed up with more tools a bottle of tequila and a yuloh that he made for me.
The giving and receiving of nautical gifts goes far beyond generosity, it represents good karma for the boat and safety at sea as does every single hand that has touched my tiller and passed yet another sailing lesson into my black box. What I love most about small boats other than the fact that they are simply more fun to sail is that you are forced to be creative in how you set up thier living space. It doesn’t matter where I look, there is a very special gift hanging from a little bronze hook. I’m always on the lookout for little treasures in old marine chandleries that can be saved for a later date, I have collected a little box and try and keep it full at all times. I still have the very I first gift I ever recieved, an aqua marine crystal that my mom gave me when I was 18 and found my first sailboat. That crystal sailed all the way to Mexico with me and has been on every boat I have ever owned, it is stuck with a bit of wax on my cabin mirror as I type these words.
Boats aren’t things that you own, they are a part of your history and you’re future, they represent the most powerful forces in nature, the wind and sea. If your are fortunate enough to be the current care taker of a fine sailing craft maybe this weekend would be a good time to do a little primping and perhaps give your girl a bit of boat jewelry, I know I have something special in store for Sookie this weekend.
From the log of Sookie- in a fit of rage, on some damn island. I just finished laying the best coat of varnish in my life. Twenty minutes later a sea plane took off covering it with a fine layer of salty water, proof that there is no such thing as a finish coat. So is life when you live on a watery runway.