
As I avoid work (decisions on art), I find some time to catch you up on the whirlwind that is whipping here.
last Saturday we trekked to Newport to the fall boat show. It was a bit eerie. As a child, I remember going to the boat show with my parents, climbing all over new boats, in the rain being yelled at for walking too slow.
This year repeated that for my kids. We had a blast. We took a ferry from across the bay in Jamestown and climbed on many boats. And fell in love with one.
A plastic one. As non traditional as you can get. Not pretty, not a solid fully keel. Nope, a new fangled wing keel, mass produced, plasticy boat that I swore I'd never own. Now, I can't imagine us in anything else (within reasonable budgetary explanations).
It is a Catalina 28. Has an enormous cockpit, cavernous cabin and is only 28 feet long. Amazing.
I've been expecting my family to bring me back to reality (silly plastic boats have never been real popular in our upbringing). But Rob says, "why not the 32?" (tacitly approving of the plastic lifestyle) and Dad says, "I like it". Who are these people?
In truth, i looked at a traditional Cape Dory 30, which was everything I thought I wanted, heavy, full keel, you could sail the thing to France and not break a sweat (well, not me anyway; Mel would add to the sea levels with her seasickness and all). But it was crampt and unfit for entertaining and bringing passengers.
So, I am a plastic guy. A hopefully soon-to-be owner of a faceless personality boat. Good thing I've got some to spare.
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