We sold Marquesa 19 days after putting her up for sale, on here and on Craigslist, to a couple of dreamers – a father/son team looking for a boat to fix up together and take to the Caribbean. The son has already started a blog, something about pirates and booty, and as soon as I find it, I’ll share it here. I warned the father that there may be a few cruisers who knock on the hull looking for us, and he assured me that he’d tell them we were thrown overboard. Perfect.
I won’t lie – it was a happy day, maybe even happier than the day we bought her because back then we knew how much work it was going to take to get her cruising ready. From day one, our relationship has revolved around boats, the sea, and cruising dreams. Sailing was how we first met in 2005, on a sailing forum (and hated each other), and then in person 6 months later when we gave each other a second chance. And that chapter has finally ended. (When I asked George to read this before I posted it, he thought this was my passive-aggressive way of asking for a divorce. No honey, only the cruising chapter has ended, not our marriage.)
We are so thankful for the past 8 years and the life we’ve been given and created for ourselves. Thank you, Marquesa, for keeping us safe, and (mostly) dry, for always pointing us to where we needed to go, and for giving us memories that will fuel all of our future dreams.