Or sometimes, I marvel at the fact that in our hyper-tech-no-time-to-experience-life world that seems to be gaining speed with every passing day, the idea of using wind and sails to get from one place to another basically the same way that Columbus, and Magellan, and Drake, and Nelson, and Chichester, and those cranky Puritans on the Mayflower did makes me chuckle, and even feel connected to them in some abstract, though satisfying way. I don’t sail to connect to the past but it’s still a pretty cool way to get a respite from the digital world.
Surely there’s got to be an easier way to get to St Lucia, right? Easier, maybe, but I can’t think of a cooler way to enter any country for the first time than by watching it slowly appear over the horizon, and then ghosting into a harbor that you’d only read about in books and cruising guides. I still remember the first time I cleared into Bermuda, or Antigua at Nelson’s Dockyard, or Tortola, or… any of the other countries we’ve visited by the “slow boat” method!
Self-sufficiency is another reason.
Now, don’t get me wrong. By self-sufficiency, I DON’T mean living off the land (or sea) as this photo may imply. I just love that we caught this big ol’ wahoo by simply trolling a line off the stern as we were slowly making our way between mellow anchorages during a charter. Just try to do that from the balcony of your hotel room in a resort somewhere!!! We were so proud of ourselves for landing it since there were only two of us at the time, although we threw it back because we never could have eaten it all! But we’ve also enjoyed fresh-caught sushi too!
This is why I sail! I love the random excitement mixed in with boredom and fear and all the other emotions that sailing and cruising make possible.
And then the little baby arrived.
And the reasons for “Why I Sail” multiplied by a factor of “cute!”
We took him sailing when he was 6 months old. As you can see, the Lil’ Admiral just loved it! Sure it was kinda challenging to have a nearly newborn on the boat with us, but, the challenges were insignificant in comparison to the joy.
In between the thoughts of “I hope his little brand-new skin isn’t getting sunburned,” the magnitude of turning the little one on to the pleasures of sailing, swimming, and the sea at such an early age started to sink in.
There’s no real way to know if he’s going to like sailing or not when he grows up. And the truth is, it doesn’t really matter. He’s just one of the many reasons “Why I Sail.”
I could go on but I want to hear from you. So let’s hear it. Why Do You Sail?