I was running down the Western Gulf ICW the other day and met a really nice sailboat on the one whistle.
I got a real good look at it. It was beautiful. At least 70’ long and fitted out to sail anywhere in the world.
This boat had wind generators, radar, and I am quite sure he had all the other necessary toys like a water maker and excellent nav and communication equipment.
If he wasn’t just moving that boat for some rich guy he was definatley “living the dream”.
I would one day like to follow summer around the world for a few years in a boat just like it.
As he was passing I said,“See ya in about 20 years.” on ch 16.
Some old fart towboat pilot charmed in with his two cents and pretty much crapped right in my picinic basket.
“Yeah, right. That’s what they all say but then they end up carrying us off of here in body bags.”
One moment I felt like I was free, day dreaming of my future adventures, and the next minute I never felt more like I was in a prison.
My prison was the towboat I was driving.
I started to think about how sadly true his sarcastic remark was.
I know more than one fella that has been carried off the boat in a body bag.
Spend your whole life on the boats payin to live on land and then before you know it times up and your life was a dream, let alone having time left to “live the dream”.