So far outside the box you can't even see the box from here.
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Tuesday, January 21, 2014
This will be our second night on a mooring ball in Sarasota. Monday's sail was pleasant, but not particularly fast, only 2.5 – 3 knots. No matter, it was good enough for me to sail rather than motor. Once at the marina we topped off the gas, and paid for a mooring ball. I dropped off my lovely wife and Brownie the sailor dog -along with a load of laundry. Once the boat was on the ball, I kayaked back to the marina. By the time we showered, ate and put the laundry away, I was too tired to blog.
Today we were joined by my wife's old college roommate and her husband. We hadn't seen them in 30 years. After a nice lunch on the waterfront, we all went out for a sail in the bay. As soon as we raised the sail, I gave the tiller over to the husband. The grin never left his face. He grew up with sailboats and has his heart set on a Hunter 38.
Now the Hunter is a nice boat, but a bit big for my tastes. To each his own. However, today the 19 foot boat on the water trumped the 38 foot boat of the future. We all had a great time.
One thing about living on this little boat, we wonder what we do with all the rooms in our house. It seems so big now. A person doesn't need a lot to be happy.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.