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With overcast skies, a 10 knot southeasterly breeze was conveniently blocked by  the mangroves bordering  the northeast and southwestern shores of the Barron River here in Everglades City. This was nature’s blessing as we launched our first joint financial investment; yipe we recently purchases a Windrider 17. After selling each of our offshore cruising boats we vowed to find a boat capable and inexpensively able to be kept out of the water. No more bottom paint and no more river scum was our primary criteria. Despite my longing to continue offshore cruising, I can live with the goal to sail solo into the many harbors that beckon me to remain a goal. There are no guarantees in life. If I learned one thing, I learned that when the sun rises each morning a new day of opportunity arises.

Similar to our cruising boats, the Windrider is a trimaran; some say tris are basically  a monohull with training wheels. The amas provide enough bouyancy to make the boat nearly impossible to capsize. If you have never sailed a tri, do yourself a favor and heed the call. Because only the mainhull of a tri performs like a monohull tacking is smooth. Whereas catamarans, both large and small take a bit of finesse to get two hulls to cross the eye of the wind, the tri, only has to get the center hull through the eye.

Today, we challenged ourselves. From launching against the tide, to motoring along the five mile channel from Panther Creek to Indian Key, to anchoring, to sailing upwind then downwind, to motor sailing back home, we couldn’t shake the feeling that we had done something right. That all our woes, worries, and fears about our relationship with ourselves, with each other and with the sea melted with the setting sun.

There is something to cherish each and every day. Regardless of how tragic a situation is, regardless of how lonely our hearts get, and regardless of the fear of the unknown, if we can just keep our eyes on the horizon, let the tears fall, and force a smile, nature will take it from there. That is the beauty of sailing. Just the wind, the water, and the simplicity of a life fullfilled.

And so it is on this Christmas Day, the 25th of December, the second day of Hanakah, in the year 2016 that my beau and I celebrated the goodness we are fortunate to embrace. With thoughts of Danny, I am especially grateful for all he brought to me. His love for me and my love and respect for him endures. I saw him in every wave, every ripple, and every breeze on my cheek as our Windrider 17 ever so smoothly sailed the waters of my new hometown, here in southwest Florida.

 

Tri Again . . .

From my Corsair F28, with my Marples 35 in between, to Ron’s homebuilt F31-9A to our newly purchased Windrider 17, we are tri ing again. Why not? Although for me it has been an intuitive, beauty in the eyes of the beholder, a trimaran is the way to sail. For those technies that need/want to understand their seafaring attributes from an expert, listen to Jim Brown’s podcasts. You can access them on ‘outrig.com’  Or simply google them.

Pictured above on the left is “Chiquita” Ron’s F-31, 9A that he built, sailed extensively around the mid Bahamas and round trip from Everglades City to Orr’s Island, Maine.

Pictured above on the right is Pete Kissel’s original Windrider 17 that he purchased in 2002. Now, the proud owner is me, the sassea sailor…. Actually, ownership is shared with me mate, Ron. We named her LC, ‘lil’ Chiquita.’ After all, compared to his former F9A she looks like a baby banana.

 

SPRAY, WIND, n RIDE

From My Marples 35, SPRAY, to my Windrider 17 I am destined to Ride. The big challenge is to curb my appetite for competition and adventure.  The multiple common denominator is both boat have the infamous Jim Brown influence, both are trimarans, and both have a beautiful history accompanied with a preferred future.

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Having listened to the 14 podcasts written and narrated by Jim Brown, I am intrigued by my intuitiveness. I had no idea that tris sailed smoother over waves than catamarans. Seemingly it is because the width from main hull to lee ama is less than the distance between two hulls of a cat. The windard hull on the tri rides out of the water so it has minimal impact. It kind of makes sense to me. For more technical info, though, listen to podcast # 14.

Before I ever sailed, even prior to my imagining I would ever sail despite my captivation with the sight of two memorable events. The first was when I saw Ted Turner at the helm of courageous during a CBS newscast in the 1970s. A few years later the second event was when I was drawn to a white home built tri sitting at a dock in the Florida Keys. I didn’t know there were monohulls and multihulls. I just knew there were sailboats and good looking sailors.

Of course, the best looking sailor in my humble opinion is and has always been my dad. He was a different kind of sailor than Ted Turner, my husband, and my current beau. My dad proudly served as a medic in the U.S. Navy. Never, though did dad have an inclination to learn to sail a ‘real boat.’ Before my rambling gets the best of me, let me get back to the purpose of this article.

With the sale of SPRAY to a happy go lucky, intelligent man I bought LC, so named by me and my mate. What matters here, is that I am again draining my bank account all for the love of my life, sailing. To ride the waves, ride with the wind, ride with a friend, ride alone, ride for the thrill, ride for the peace, ride to teach, ride to learn, ride Sassea, ride! That is what I will do.

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A Clean Boat is a Happy Boat

There she sits. At the end of the dock. From the house I can see her. With but a ripple on the water as the tide abates, her stoutly physique beckons me to sail. In the early morning and late afternoon, I admire her potential and her past. Aye, but for the emotional scar that has yet to heal I do what I can to keep her clean. Bleaching the mildew, cleansing the bowl, pumping fresh water, and even cooking on her stove. She may be settled at the dock waiting for a buyer, but she is still mine, a very  proud find.DSCN3262.jpg

No man, no woman,  can take what she has given me away. Even when she leaves my side, my heart will crave the brave soul who once sailed away. Just give me the strength to keep her looking fresh. To tend to her needs as best I can. N’er was a love greater than the joy SPRAY has given to me. So, I will keep her clean, as clean I can while continuing to risk going to sea alone. For a beggar I am not, nor ever will be. If you want to sail or just help me out then hither come yonder.  Or congeal your fear, dig your heels in,  push me away whatever you need. It really doesn’t matter. Our lives will go on,,,,with a clean boat at the dock.

 

 

For Sale or is it For Sail?

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.

Welcome to a New Adventure in Sailing

Although sailing is my passion, lifelong learning is an inherent theme. Since running away from home at age 4 to follow my big sister and brother to the elementary school a block away from our apartment in Elizabeth, New Jersey, until now 3 years after retiring I have this urge, this need to be challenged. After drinking at least five cups of coffee today, I am awake and ready to embark on a website.

The purpose of sasseasails.com is to be of value to others by sharing information about sailing as a reality and as a metaphor for life.                                                          

While I convert and/or attach my current blogging from sea knots and blogspot please feel free to send me comments, questions, or concerns (refer to item ‘f’  above). Thank you,


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