Taking Inventory- A Life Inspired

To voyage from the shallows of land's end to the deep

This is the time of year in which many of us become philosophical as we take personal inventory of the past year- what is memorable, what have we learned, and what might it mean for the upcoming year. As we have been preparing Leilani and working on this new blogsite, we combine some thoughts we wrote before we quit our jobs with insights gained since we began our “voluntary unemployment” and cruising on Layla.  

We remain preoccupied with thoughts and plans of a journey beyond the horizon, out of the shallows to the deep and beyond.  It is a romantic notion, of course, to explore beyond all that is familiar, to cruise over colorful seas to exotic lands. Most people have gone to these places in their mind as they stare out the office window distracted from the routine of daily life. For some, the vision is merely that- an ephemeral and wispy dream that may provide respite and amusement, but is nonetheless, simply fantasy. For us, the journey we have envisioned is not merely from the shallows at land’s end to the deep of the open ocean, but a journey also from the shallows of contemporary civilization to a deep and authentic life presented best to travelers.

Due east from here (Abacos) is Africa.

In his inspirational book, The Cruising Life: A Commonsense Guide for the Would-Be Voyager, Jim Trefethen states, “We must cross oceans to far continents and pursue our quarry where there are no roads.” He argues this quest embodies a group of goals, and that the ultimate goal, death, while certainly is ultimate, it isn't a goal we should be working for. So, our goal should be life itself and those things that hasten us to the ultimate goal should be avoided if at all possible.

A worthy simple goal- a beautiful view from Man 'O War Cay.  

Trefethen continues, "Acquisition and consumption-driven goals...while they are highly stimulating to the national and world economies, they can be hollow, superficial, and once stripped of the mantle of materialism - meaningless."

Last drive to work in Atlanta- I may be the only happy one on this road.  

From the voice he heard in his head while stuck in a traffic jam, Trefethen observed evidence in support of this argument, "...the guy in the snazzy new sedan didn't look any happier than the guy beside me in the battered old pickup." He continued, "This leads us away from the objective goals of acquiring prestige and property to the subjective goals of acquiring knowledge and ideals. Thus, the ultimate goal of life can't be the security in old age, which is a ridiculous oxymoron, anymore that it can be death. It must be the pursuit of truth and enlightenment." 

Trefethen acknowledged that it is one thing to come to terms with this goal and quite another to pursue it. He reasoned there is need for a compact and mobile environment in which you can function during the trip, "What then, if not a Winnebago or mini-van? If we must cross oceans to far continents and pursue our quarry where there are no roads, then what about a boat?"

What about a boat to cross oceans? Leilani is ready to go.

This was the epiphany- a sudden manifestation of the essence or meaning of something. Of course, the epiphany had to include a boat. As with Jim's dramatized dialogue with himself and the voice of reason, we had same conversation as we pondered the fundamental question - Why should we go? As Jim agreed with himself, we too were convinced that, yes, we could do this thing. We really could do it.

We had that epiphany, several years ago. We came upon a fork in the road, passed the point at which we stopped merely dreaming about a life at sea, and started working towards living it. We realized as Jim had warned, when you reach epiphany, crossing oceans to far continents ceases to be something you would like to do, or dream about, it becomes something you must do.

Beyond the fork in the road

Now after a couple thousand miles of voyaging from North Carolina to the Florida Keys, and back, on to the Abacos, Bahamas, and back on Layla, we are moderately seasoned salty cruisers. The original intensity of the epiphany has not faded over time and space. We sometimes struggle as we return even temporarily to the land life. We try to tone down our compulsion to speak fervently as evangelists about what we have experienced. We hope to show others that even if they don’t embrace the cruising life, they too may find their life inspired.

Sometimes you need a different perspective

We recognize that we are probably hopeless romantics, compelled to move about the planet at a pace slower than you can drive in a school zone. We think that pace suits us just fine. We welcome you to come along and Ride the Blue Sea with us. Best wishes to you on your journey to find what inspires you.  

Sometimes you just need to watch a sunset

The Year of the Cat

Our new look...

Ride the Blue Sea

As we approach the end of 2017, we look with great anticipation to the next year- the first year of the cat.

As you see, we have a new blog and a new look. We have built a new blogsite to better feature our journeys aboard LEILANI. (Previous blog posts, including text and pictures, from svlayla.blogspot.com have all been imported and can viewed in the “Blog Archives”).

Join us as we “ride the blue sea” on Leilani to “follow the horizons, wherever they take us.” (https://ridethebluesea.blogspot.com) or simply click here:

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Brunswick Landing Marina, Brunswick, Georgia (November 14, 2017)

The boating community is legendary for its collection of characters, particularly, some of the most friendly and welcoming people you will meet anywhere on the planet. We present here a summary of the fun we shared with the Brunswick Landing Marina community in the traditional ceremony of re-naming a vessel.

We are known to have scoffed about superstitions and related rituals employed to ward off evil spirits and/or to invite the good will of good spirits. We contemplated ignoring the superstition after deciding to re-name the boat but we thought better of it. We reasoned that beginning with the first intrepid sailor who launched frail craft on uncharted waters there was at least one fearful loved one waiting onshore who attempted to bargain with the higher (and lower) powers to bring the sailor safely home.  As sailing is perhaps older than 5,000 years, we figured there has been lot of bargaining going on. There has been a lot of “juju” and a lot of tradition.

Sailors remain among the most superstitious of people and among the more important superstitions are those related to re-naming a boat. We decided we should not take boat renaming lightly, and that at the very least, a proper ceremony was necessary. We were not going to temp the fates by ignoring tradition and appealing to reason and rationale thinking. Besides, we knew this was going to be fun.   

As is often the case for anybody in need, the boating community came to our aid to guide us through the process. We learned another sailor, Peter, was schooled in, and most importantly, willing to perform the renaming ceremony. He informed us that we simply had to do a few chores first, then decide when to have the ceremony, and assemble any witnesses/participants.

We removed remnants of the previous name from the two hulls and the stern, and from various onboard items such as portable gas and water cans, etc. As we had just applied the new lettering, we were directed to tape paper over the new name and hailing port. The new name would be revealed post-ceremony. We also needed an “ingot of corrosive metal with the previous vessel name inscribed”, three bottles of champagne for offering to Neptune and the sea, and “sufficient” rum for the witnesses/participants. We finalized our shopping with a bouquet of flowers.

By 2:00 a small group of witnesses had boarded the boat, and a larger group began to fill the floating docks.  King Neptune arrived looking officious with his long hair and cape (although he had a remarkable similarity to our friend Peter who was oddly not present).  We joined Neptune first on the stern to open the bottles of champagne and then moved to the bow for the ceremony. A quick count of participants and witnesses totaled over 40! Fortunately, the majority of the crowd opted to stay on the dock rather than overload the boat and risk capsize.

Popping the champagne for offering to Neptune.

The ceremony began with Neptune appealing to the forces of nature and then champagne was offered and poured into the water to the north, south, east and west. It was a lovely ceremony! 

Drinking a sip of the champagne after appeasing the four winds.

Amused and delighted by the generosity of our boat friends.

Sailing Vessel Leilani is welcomed into the community.

Everyone in the marina had so much fun that new requests for more ceremonies have been made to Neptune. A new ceremony is in the works to assist those vessels that had been remiss in having a proper re-naming ceremony. Apparently, that works too. Neptune will be busy over the next several weeks.

WHAT’S NEXT: We will be spending the week post-Thanksgiving with Bud’s folks onboard LEILANI! We are looking forward to hosting our first guests.

We have plans for a new blog site to continue our adventures on Leilani. We will have more information and links in our next post. More to come!

Best wishes and thanks to all for staying in touch. It is great to hear from you. Let us know what you think.

Dispatch from Land: A Few Changes

Our new boat!  A 42' Leopard Catamaran. 
(Photo at sea by previous owners.)

We have a few changes to report. Let’s start with the most recent and, perhaps, the most exciting news.

WE HAVE A NEW BOAT! 

About a week ago we became the owners of a beautiful 42 foot Leopard Catamaran. As you may recall, after our travel to the Bahamas and back last year, we decided that catamarans had a number of features that we felt we would want for our next sailing expeditions. We did our research. We made lists of prospective models with all the key features and specifications. Our online search spanned the globe with promising boats in New Zealand, Guatemala, Martinique, British and US Virgin Islands, Wisconsin (fresh water boat), California, and beyond. The list of the most interesting boats eventually totaled over 75 including Leopard, Manta, Catana, Lagoon, and Privilege. More locally, we inspected boats in North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, and Florida. We had a pretty good idea of what we wanted, unfortunately, “the boat” at the right place and the right time remained elusive. However, a call from a good friend changed all that and lead us to a recent listing of the boat in Brunswick, Georgia. In a future posting, we will give you a guided tour of Leilani and a summary of what led us to choosing her.

The day of the survey at Thunderbolt Marina near Savannah, GA.

Bud and Tracy excited and nervous about the survey.

Leilani is now our boat.  She is patiently waiting for us at Brunswick Landing Marina in Brunswick, GA.

What are our plans?

As most sailors will tell you, “sailing is less about plans and more about intentions”. We had a wonderful week at the Brunswick Landing Marina getting acquainted to the new member of our family, and re-immersing ourselves in the warmth of the boating community. We intend to do a few boat projects over the next few weeks, including installing new lettering on the bow and stern for our new girl -“LEILANI”.

We chose “Leilani” as the name for several reasons: 1) We simply like to say “Leilani”, 2) “Leilani” is easy to say over the VHF radio (always important on a boat), 3) Leilani is Hawaiian for “Heavenly Flower” or “Royal Child”, and “Beautiful Girl” – ("Beautiful just like the Hawaiian flower, nobody forgets a Leilani”) , 4) We have had a special affection for Hawaii -we were married on Maui, and 5) We love our dear “Layla” but we wanted to have a different name for the new boat. For us, “Leilani” closely embodies many of the same sentiments as Layla.

Following these next few weeks we expect to describe a bit more detail of some of our intentions for a shake-down cruise and more extensive sailing.

In other news- Captains are in the house

You may recall that we needed diversion from sitting around while Bud recuperated from his rotator cuff surgery, so we went back to school to prepare for the Captain’s License examinations. We passed the exams in April, but we had several more hurdles to jump over before the Coast Guard would grant us the “Operator of Uninspected Vessel” Certificates. Among those requirements included, medical exams, drug tests, transportation workers identification cards, sea time documentation, and fees and more fees. Finally, the certificates were awarded this month. We are officially Captains. Was it all worth it? Hey, well, it did reduce the rates on the boat insurance, but aside from the pride of completing a grueling process and the reinforcing of important information along with, let’s just say, trivial information, um, we have to wait on the answer to that.

It's official.  After a six month process, we have our Captains licenses in hand!

What about Layla? We have had a few inquiries and showings. Spread the news, she is a great boat and ready to go anywhere.

Layla is ready to go.  Tracy not included!

Check back soon. We expect to have some more updates.

Dispatches from the not so far away or exotic

Cape Lookout lighthouse in our "backyard".

You may have noticed we have not posted in a while.  Life on land these last several months has been full, despite the fact that we are not in some exotic port. Here are some dispatches from the not so far away or exotic.  These should bring you up to date.

A Pain in the Shoulder

As you may recall, Bud had rotator cuff surgery on his right shoulder at the end of January. As we understood we would have to go to physical therapy and otherwise have limited activity, we settled into a more sedentary life.  You may be impressed that Bud has perfected his classic French omelet, we explored making Dutch Babies (it's not as sinister as it sounds!), and our experiments into fermentation have produced some excellent dill pickles. The jury is still out on whether the sauerkraut is worth the effort and smell.

These are "Dutch Babies", or German pancakes - one of our successful experiments - a silky, custardy, pastry treat.

A dill if you will - another successful experiment.

Bud's recovery is taking as long as they said (up to at least 6 months).  In April, to improve flexibility, he had a “manipulation”, as they call it, which is like calling waterboarding a “procedure”. Fortunately, the manipulation was performed while he was under anesthesia. DO NOT watch any of these “procedures” on YouTube! There is a reason they also call this procedure “snap, crackle, pop”.  With physical therapy and the additional exercises at home, the shoulder is improving. Thanks to Mike, Bud's physical therapist, for his “magical tricks” in bringing some discipline to his shoulder.

Home therapy with some of the instruments of torture, including the colorful elastic bands and pulley.

Despite his talents, Mike has yet to give Bud those big bicep guns, abdominal six pack and massive “pecs” he has been wanting.  As Bud is running out of therapy visits on his health plan, he probably won’t be improving those parts of his physique any time soon.

Back to School

     

We went back to school at Carteret Community College.

We had talked about doing this for several years and because we weren’t doing anything else, we decided to go back to school. We reasoned that rather than simply sitting at home, we could sit in a classroom.  We went to the local community college to take a two week course to qualify for the US Coast Guard “Operators of Uninspected Passenger Vessels (OUPV)” certificate, or as it is also called, the “six pack” Captain’s license.

   

Why did we do this?  Ever since Bud saw the movie, “Captain Ron”, he wanted to be called “Captain Bud”! (Remember in the song “La Bamba” and the refrain , “Yo no soy marinero, soy capitan, soy capitan”?) Of course, the course does not train anyone to actually be a boat capitan, but it does provide all the fundamental navigation rules, marlinspike seamanship, navigation, etc. that all mariners should know.  We did not have to obtain a commercial captain’s license to operate our boat, but the license is required if we ever wanted to charter our boat (i.e. take passengers for hire), or in some cases, to deliver a boat.  Also, the Coast Guard certification can reduce boat insurance rates.

There are some other benefits as well, but really, the main reason we wanted to do this was to expand our formal training along with getting official recognition of our efforts.  Also, we will get a nifty, very official looking license (that looks like a passport) after we have the entire package approved by the Coast Guard.

Back to study.

It was a challenge to be back in the classroom. Bud had taught at a community college many years ago in a former life and all of those sights, sounds, and smells came flooding back. This time he was on the opposite side of the instructor’s desk.

Our instructor, Captain Ross, was an “old salt”, a 78 year old sailor, who, when asked why he did this, simply said, “I like to do this”. He certainly made a tedious course more stimulating, interesting and less stressful. We think we were his “pets” because we were the only other sailors in a class of motor boaters. This was a difficult class. It was very clear that nobody would get a pass for just showing up. We had multiple tests, including the first test on Navigation Rules that required a 90% to pass. The exam questions were often very evil –written to be tricky as possible. Imagine this, combined, we have over 25 years of education since high school, and have earned 5 degrees. Nonetheless, this did not change the fact that we were nervous as 5^thgraders the night before the exams.  It was stressful and mind-numbing trying to remember all of the seemingly endless details.

Argh!! Captain Ross did keep us “on course” and escorted us to completion of a successful voyage. We passed!  To receive our nifty license we need to send off the complete package for Coast Guard approval that includes the captain’s exam certificate (done), physical exam (done), CPR/First aid certificate (done), sea time documentation (done), Transportation Workers Identification Card (done), and drug testing (waiting on results).

We did it!  Certificates of our completion of the OUPV course.

Very Short Road Trip

The weekend immediately prior to taking the captain’s course we made a very long road trip to Cocoa Beach, Florida (think Miami) to look at a used catamaran. The boat had only recently become available on the market and it had promise as possibly our next boat. This was actually just one of the several boats we inspected over the months since we made the decision to sell Layla and move to a ‘multihull’. It was fun to be back in the truck and buzzing down the highway and we were excited to see this boat. It was an Island Spirit, a sister ship to the other cats we knew (Alleycat, Alleycat Too, Rat Catcher, Moon River).  Unfortunately, the search will continue as we decided this was not to be our boat for a variety of reasons. That is just the way it goes. There are a lot of boats out there. We will keep looking.

What about Layla?

Layla is doing just fine “on the hard” in the yard at Beaufort Marine Center. Layla had waited patiently, but has now demanded we return to making some cosmetic improvements. Bud's arm is sufficiently healed to tackle cleaning, refinishing teak, and completing a variety of chores. The latest news is that we have a very interested potential buyer coming for an inspection in July! Layla is already looking better than she has in many years. She is in great shape and we are looking forward to showing her off.

Bud did a light sanding on the forward deck chests to prepare for the final top coats.

Visit from Cassie, Al and Anissa

Bud's sister, Cassie, her husband Al, and their granddaughter Anissa (Bud's great niece) made a long road trip from Tucson, Arizona for a short visit this past month.  It was wonderful to visit local sights (lighthouse, aquarium, beaches, Maritime Museum, etc.) and share mellow time with them.

Anybody else out there want to come for a visit?  

Cape Lookout lighthouse opened on the day we arrived.  It was great timing for our visit.

Uncle Bud and Anissa take a break on the long climb to the top of the lighthouse.

Anissa, Cassie, and Al climbed more than 200 steps to get a great view.

Brother and sister shared the beach on Core Banks.

Anissa, Cassie, and Al searching for shells and other treasures.

Uncle Bud shows Anissa how to dig for mole crabs.

Cassie and Al are not impressed with the newly caught mole crab.

Crabby Cassie at the North Carolina Aquarium in Pine Knoll Shores.

A beauty shows off her beautiful strawberry tart made from just a few of the strawberries they bought from a roadside stand in South Carolina.

Tracy’s Anniversary Present

We don’t typically go to extremes in recognition of birthdays, anniversaries, holidays and such. We don’t know why exactly, but we don’t. But come to think of it, on some of these occasions we have had some extraordinary and unusual “gifts”. For example, we closed on Layla’s purchase on Bud's birthday nearly 7 years ago! How cool is that? It was not intentional, but it was cool anyway. That brings us to our latest. A couple days before Cassie, Al and Anissa left, our old heat pump (air conditioning unit) failed. It was 30 years old and had served very well, but when the AC guy said he had not seen one quite like this unit, we knew parts were going to be impossible and/or expensive to replace.

Technicians make final delivery of Tracy's anniversary present.

Two weeks later we installed Tracy’s anniversary present- a brand new shiny heat pump! And you know what she got Bud? A shiny new haircut! Life is grand.

What’s Next?

Bud has just a couple more physical therapy visits remaining.  We will be continuing to clean, polish and make Layla pretty for her inspection.  We will also continue to search for prospective catamarans to go visit.

If you want some inspiration for your next adventure, check out “Drive Nacho Drive” and the sequel, “927 Days of Summer” by Brad and Sheena Van Orden. The books chronicle their adventures in driving a VW Van (“Nacho”) around the world. While their adventures may be more than you might want to replicate, they might inspire you to head out somewhere. 

Dirt Dwellers

As "dirt dwellers", a walk on the beach is as close as we get to being back at sea.

Layla is still “on the hard” (on boat stands) at the Beaufort Marine Center. We are tolerating life on land as “dirt dwellers” (from Eileen Quinn’s song, Dirt Dweller) in our house in Morehead City, NC. 

It is time now to catch up on what we have been doing.

A Real Pain

After the hurricane season passed, we had a decision to make. Should we put Layla back in the water and head south again? Our cruising friends had urged us to join them to cruise the Bahamas and other parts of the Caribbean this winter and spring but Bud’s increasing shoulder pain pushed us to another plan. Bud had injured his shoulder early last spring when he attempted to start a reluctant dinghy motor in Charleston. His shoulder had improved sufficiently to continue our travel down the coast and to the islands and back. However, a MRI scan in December confirmed he had a torn rotator cuff (the muscle and tendon that attaches to the head of the humerus) and to repair this would require surgery, as well as, several months of recuperation.  Although this procedure is now done arthroscopically, the shoulder comprises complex anatomy and demands a lot of time and therapy for full recovery - MONTHS!

Bud in his "super hero" gear as he cools his shoulder
 hooked up to a re-circulating ice bath.

It has been four weeks since the surgery and Bud is doing well with physical therapy and light activities. (You can hear him singing Amy Winehouse’s song “I don’t want to go to rehab, NO, NO, NO” as he heads out the door). Thanks to all for your calls, notes, and best wishes.

A Big Decision

Somewhere after leaving the Abacos on the Gulf Stream crossing, we each arrived independently at the same decision on what to do now. 

We were thrilled that we had really done what we worked so hard to do! Many friends and family had told us they "envied us for living the dream” and that we they were living the adventures through us. We had saved our money, quit our jobs, sold a house, gave away belongings and treasures, bought a boat, spent our money, worked our butts off, sailed into sunsets, cruised for months along the coast and across “the stream” to islands with turquoise waters to adventure and wonderful people.

And now, was that enough? Were we done? What was next?  Those thoughts and even the attempt to voice those words choked us to tears. We silenced the doubts about whether we were done, with “No, we want…no, NEED, to go on – to keep sailing and traveling. We have only just begun. We had found new meaning and joy to our lives like nothing else.” 

Without question we knew we wanted to EXPAND our life of travel. However, now after many months of extended cruising on Layla, we wanted to critically review life on a boat. Layla is a true “blue water” cruising vessel. She was made to cross oceans. We chose Layla specifically for her sea worthiness and we worked diligently to make her as sea-going as possible. Layla did not disappoint.
 

However, we started to consider some shortcomings of a mono hull boat and whether a different boat, specifically, a catamaran, could enhance our cruising life. From spending time with friends on their cats we observed that catamarans offered a number of desirable attributes we should consider. Among those attributes include: a shallow draft to allow access to safe anchorages closer to shore, easier access to deploying and retrieving the dinghy, redundancy with 2 engines, improved speed in light winds, more livable outdoor space, more comfortable interior, and more space for entertaining.

Don’t misunderstand - we love Layla. The thought of selling Layla after all our efforts to get her cruising ready, is gut-retching. This is complicated. The decision has less to do with any shortcomings of the mono hull, but it has more to do with how we want cruise. We understand there is no such thing as a perfect boat. Catamarans have their own disadvantages including:  they don’t sail as close into the wind as a mono hull, they can be more difficult to find dockage and haul out facilities, they are more susceptible to windage, and are MORE expensive. But for us the advantages of speed, stability, shallower draft, ease of boarding, dinghy handling, cockpit and living space, redundancy, and maneuverability make a catamaran more amenable to the extensive cruising we want to explore.

Waiting Is The Hardest Part

Our big challenge now will be to be patient with the process – to find the right owner for Layla and the right catamaran for us. We have had mixed feelings when we observed other cruisers putting their boats up for sale. You know the adage – "the two best days in the life of a boater are the day you buy it and the day you sell it". For us, those are not, and never will be, the two best days.

Walks on the beach aids Bud's rehab and our staying connected to Mother Ocean.

There is no question that Layla is in the best shape she has been since we bought her. We understand she is not a boat for everybody. We hope someone will find her beautiful lines, expert craftsmanship, heavy displacement, classic looks and sea-kindly motion to be irresistible. She is worthy of all the attention she demands.  She is a joy to sail and always invites complements as one of the most beautiful vessels in any harbor or marina. We are sure she will make someone very happy. She is that rare boat that is really ready to cruise now. Every sailor deserves to own a boat like Layla, at least once in their lifetime. We are fortunate to have spent six wonderful years with the girl.

Layla always turns heads in any harbor.