A few days ago I went out sailing for the first time this year! It’s been many months since I took out my girl, in fact the last time I ventured out with her was for a “race” at the end of October of 2011. I say “race” because there was barely any wind, so really it was a contest of whose boat traveled the current faster. Since then Libby has been docked and charged with 30 amps of shore power, providing her grateful captain with electric heat and refrigeration. But over the weekend, when the unseasonably warm April sun was shining, it was time to cut the dock lines and head out.
Writing about the weather is usually kind of drab and boring unless it comes with chaos. March has not let me down. March is, thus far, much more dramatic than the pacifist February. Continue reading
I’ve lived aboard my boat for about six months now, both in summer and winter, and have come to the conclusion that, though the S/V Libby is a great boat and a cozy home, she’s also my starter boat. When other liveaboards would say “It’s your first boat,” I shook my head at them, whispering: “My only boat,” like I didn’t want Libby to hear such words. Continue reading
Though we’re approaching winter here in the Pacific Northwest, I felt it was prudent to go on an overnight sailing adventure to somewhere. What’s the point of living on a sailboat, I said, if one doesn’t sail it anywhere to stay the night? I couldn’t have had this spurring thought in early September, when the sun shone warmly–no, no, I had to get the cruising bug well after the cold temperatures had caught hold. I have a propensity to make life a little harder for myself. Oh well.
I’m living on a sailboat for a few good reasons:
- It’s cheaper (a LOT cheaper), so I don’t have to bite my nails every month to make rent.
- It has an undeniable coolness factor of ten, as I get to say “I’m a novelist and graphic designer who lives on a sailboat.” Hard to top that one.
- I can own my home outright before I die without having to make large payments every month.
- It’s mobile, so I don’t have an address. Continue reading
Every boat needs a great name. While it is traditionally considered bad luck to change the name of a boat, the name my boat came with was…not good. Let’s just leave it at that. To really make the boat mine, I had to change her name to something meaningful and dignified. She’s not only my home, she’s a major source of pride, inspiration, and a vessel of adventure. Continue reading
It’s nearly nine pm, the sun has already set, and the sky is dusky pink fading into blue. Mount Rainier is still visible, but disappearing into dusk. Though a still day, the wind has picked up a little, rippling the water. Seagulls fly overhead, probably looking for a free meal, and the seals are heading in for the night, though they’ve been cruising around all day. They have cubs this time of year, small little fat baby seals the size of Riley with tiny heads and football shaped bodies. There’s a splash every now and then, but by the time I turn my head, I cannot see who caused it. Last night, late when it was dark, I heard so much splashing I came out to investigate to find dogfish, lots of them, circling and prowling in the night. The beam of my flashlight turned their dark eyes to a glowing green, and the tiny shark like fish looked menacing.
To sum up: this is so freaking cool.