With a pop and whoosh my little hobb fires to life. A hand full of fresh chopped garlic is thrown into the cast iron skillet and both the sizzle and the aroma please the senses. I’m cooking a feast by the light of my lantern. The sweet melodies of Bebe Gilberto echo through the cabin to the rhythmic chopping of cold Steel and hard wood, bits of veggies tumble to the floor, two eggs roll back and forth with the surge. I take a sip of my extra spicy Virgin Marry and smile, this is yachting.
I was recently sent a picture of me sailing through the Desolation Sound, I was surprised by how small Sookie looked and how large I looked in the cockpit. Sookie has never once felt too small for me yet somehow I am always eyeballing larger boats. Sure would be nice to have a Diesel engine, or space for a hard dinghy. My mind wanders through all the what ifs yet somehow as nice as they are to think about I can never push the button.
I have a full price offer on Sookie which is causing me great pain. She is having issues qualifying for the dollar amount which secretly brings me great joy as the offer I’ve written on a turn key boat on the east coast that is 100% ready and waiting for me to take her to Bermuda isn’t my true love. My offer hasn’t been accepted yet, maybe I’ll get lucky and they will say no.
Cozy is the best way to describe Sookie, she fits me like a glove, sails like a dream and is the most beautiful boat I’ve ever laid eyes on. Having my faithful pup at my side, I was never in a hurry to do anything other than to give her my undivided attention. Now that she has gone to that big field in the sky I have an indescribable urge to sail far and free. Not having the budget to finish this fine craft I more often feel trapped like a rat. Is it just a boat I seek or is it a lifestyle?
The new boat is big and powerful and beamy with double roller furling headsails, a huge Diesel engine, a powerful windvane and even a water maker and dodger. It was professionally outfitted by a couple that dove into the dream before they tried on the lifestyle. Well over a hundred K into the boat, they want it gone, my offer is slightly half of thier investment and we are close.
Dining and chatting over the new boat I can’t help but wonder if it’s the biggest mistake I will ever make. Will I lose that cozy factor? I’ve owned some pretty large sailboats and even my Cal 40 wasn’t as fun to sail as Sookie, it was also way more boat than I needed. If this all falls together I’ll be in Massachusetts in two weeks for sea trials and a lazy summer of learning the ropes of my new boat. If it falls apart, well… Who knows.
“A big group of daily friends or a white painted house with bills and mirrors, are not a necessity to me—but an intelligent conversation while sharing another coffee, is.”
― Charlotte Eriksson