After 6 years, she finally has a name on her stern. She’s a real sailboat now!
Immediately upon selling Marquesa, we regretted it. So we bought her back and are prepping her to head south in a few weeks.
Yeah, I know. I didn’t think I’d fool anyone.
Marquesa’s new owners, a father and son team, have made her teak pretty again. I hated that teak – all those swirls and curlicues and slats made me bi-polar.
In addition to her trim, Robert has built an actual nav station where our quarter berth, AKA Rubbermaid Container Mountain, used to be. As new owners are wont to do, he’s scratched his head over some of the stuff we (George) installed/wired/built, so G pays them a visit every few days to answer his questions and drop off spares that we are still digging up. As soon as George returns, I ask, “Do they hate us? Do they regret buying her?” So far, all parties are happy. She’s not in the water yet, so that could always change.
After 2 years of sedentary life, we’ve spent the last 14 months (has it only been 14 mths. since we stopped cruising? Feels like a lifetime ago) getting fit again.
George is now climbing up mountains carrying his paraglider wing in a backpack,~50 lbs., just so he can (ideally) fly down. Rinse and repeat. He has his P3 license which means he can fly solo without an observer. Add in a 3-5 hour motorcycle trip to get to the mountain, with his wing strapped in behind him, and he gets a killer workout, especially when he lands in a cowfield and the curious herd begins to charge.
I’m getting ready for my first triathlon, after swearing off swimming in open water ever again. (I KNOW darn well what is swimming below the surface because I’ve seen it. And it has teeth! ) But then FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) took over after a friend trained for and subsequently kicked ass at Ironman – Lake Placid, and I knew I needed a new goal. Plus, I found a great Craigslist deal on a nearly new triathlon wetsuit that fit me perfectly. The universe had spoken.
When George comes home after a 2,3 or 4 day flying trip, we compare injuries. We’re so excited to share with each other our “accomplishments”, and our conversations go something like this:
George: I made cloud base!
Kerri: I won 3rd place in my duathlon!
G: I landed in a tree and had to be cut down.
K: I missed a box jump and fell flat on my face.
G: I flew 4 miles cross country.
K: I ran 4 miles at an 8:12 minute pace.
G: See this bruise (pulling up his shorts)? Bailout landing.
K: See this bruise (pulling down her shorts and turning around)? 100 med ball situps.
And so on.
George has been working on sv Summer Wind all summer, upgrading many of her systems and installing our old watermaker. They plan to take off at the end of September for destinations yet to be determined, and as soon as they are anchored in an interesting-to-me location, the captain will fly me in. I don’t know why we didn’t think of this before – cruising on other people’s boats. Not just as crew, but as an equal partner in decision making on nearly everything (of course the owner gets the final say) with no financial burden to us. It’s brilliant, really.
And yet, something was still missing from our lives. There was a hole that needed to be filled…
Meet our new addition: Basil (like Dazzle)