I grew up on the prairie and had no experience with boats, let alone ever saw one. Where then does this intrigue with boats come from? I must have had the odd ride on a small boat when my dad would take me fishing in the Saskatchewan lakes, but I only had my first experience in a real boat when I move closer to the west coast. The idea of sailing is appealing, but only insofar as I am accompanied by an experienced sailor. Sailing the waters of Georgia Straight in a ferry does not count as there is no connection with the sea. Travelling up the north coast in the freighter, the Northland Prince was only slightly more adventurous as we would encounter gale force winds and high seas on a regular basis. I think living on an old tug, or a house boat, or a larger cabin cruiser would be a great experience. I believe I know the answer as to why I have not pursued this longing. If I get seasick and/or broke doing it, my dream will be dashed. If it turns out to be the greatest thing I ever did, there will be no turning back. I might turn out to be like the fellow who said that the second happiest day of his life was when he bought his boat. The happiest day of his life was when he sold it.
No comments:
Post a Comment