The thing is….she can’t swim.
I learned that shortly after I adopted her. I was kayaking and when I left the shore she tried following me, but promptly began sinking.
We had a couple of good gusts that were in the 18-20 mph range. Those times the gusts came, we were close hauled and heeled over, only about 15 degrees, but it got Andrew pretty excited about sailing. He said he didn’t like the heel, but the huge smile on his face told the truth!
For quite some time now I’ve had this feeling that I need to be on the water. Once I finally realized my calling was to retire onto a liveaboard boat, I considered both motor and sailboats. Ultimately, I decided it had to be a sailboat…the peacefulness, serenity and reliance on nature finally sealed the idea for me.