To sell my beloved SPRAY comes with much consternation. She is more for sail than she is for sale. Either way, she deserves a good captain. Someone who will appreciate the voyages and people she has proudly taken to the sea. With the sad demise of the commercial cargo ship, El Faro etched in my mind, how proud I am of the decisions made when taking SPRAY offshore.

This awful tragedy of El Faro reminds everyone of the vulnerability mother nature presents. Unless one is suicidal reaching a safe harbor is the icing on the cake. Who wants a dry, bland mix of flour, eggs and water. Sure, we love the motion of the ocean, the starlit nights, and the instant romance that creates the ultimate sensoround theatre that beckons us to the sea. Yet, evil lurks. The best laid plans go awry. Unexpected turn of events smack us in the face. Sometimes it is all we can do but pray and thank heaven for the goodness we were blessed with here on earth.

Though I did not mean to get so dramatic, my point is, SPRAY is about as good of a design and build as a 35 foot boat can provide. She is quite stable, especially when compared to a monomaran. From my experience she sails more like a sailboat should sail, she tacks without using the iron jenny as is required on some catamarans. There is no profit or commission for me to earn by making the sale. I know what she is worth, I know how much money I paid for her, how much money I have invested, how much sweat equity was provided by my charming (and good looking) mate.

To put a value on her is difficult.  Because of that I will leave that challenge to the experts in sales. Unlike the cliche, the day a new owner sails off with me on the dock (if I can stand the site), will be a day of tears. Sentiment, they say has no business in business. I say, nay, this is about the most emotional experience of my life. Hopefully the transaction will be more about being for SAIL then for sale.