Friday, March 16, 2012


Marathon, FL 24º42.366N | 81º5.669W

I enjoy looking back in my blog to see where we were a year or two back. Blogging is a valuable journal. I don't even remember this happening, and I'm so glad it's recorded.

It offers some encouragement for those hours and hours (and hours) spent working on your boat. This was written two years ago when we had been painstakingly preparing our last boat, Isabella, to be sold and had just put Cara Mia, then named Good Company, under contract.

FLASHBACKSaturday, March 6, 2010


Sailboat maintenance is a life of quiet desperation. Actually, it's not all that quiet. There's a lot of cursing. It's day after day of tedious, solitary work that doesn't just seem endless. It is endless.

The only fuel that can sustain that kind of work is altruism itself. You have to do it for the greater good, because there just ain't no glory in it.

Sure you hope your work will pay off when you sell the boat, but your deepest hope is that all that boat karma is gonna come back around in your next boat -- and not just in the next life!

In a typical twist of our ever-strange lives, in January both of our boats got surveyed on the same day:Isabella, the boat we were selling, and Good Company, the boat we were buying.

The surveyor told Chip that Isabella was in awesome condition, especially for being 30 years old. He fawned over the teak and complimented the engine.

While this was amazingly gratifying and humbling, it was what we heard from Good Company's surveyor that brought it all around.

"That's a clean boat, obviously well taken care of." He told us it was in remarkable condition and the fix list would be very short.

A beautiful set of karmic parentheses.

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