Karma, what-goes-around-comes-around, human interconnectedness on a quantum scale, dumb luck – however it is described sometimes things just seem to work out in ways completely mysterious and unanticipated. This past weekend was TAPAS on the docks, one of my favorite celebrations on the Boulder Marina calendar. Boats get spruced up for show, good food is prepared, and friends gather together to walk the piers and peer at the boats. As it turned out someone the marina had invited St. Louis Sail and Paddle, the local sailboat dealer, to show off some of their stuff. The owners of the company brought a trailer full of stand-up paddle boards and a couple of sport sailing tri-hulls for people to play with. Deb and I tried both. The sailing tri was a hoot and Deb is a natural on a paddle board. I, on the other hand, feel far more comfortable on a motorcycle doing 160 MPH then I did on that board. And I proved it for all to see by taking a classic fall and making the largest splash of the day, the only one to fail at the stand-up board.
These good folks dropped by to visit Kintala and had nothing but nice things to say about our Tartan. When they found out that we are within weeks of pulling the trigger on being full-time, live aboard cruisers they offered their expertise. It turns out they sell sailboats up to 50 feet and know crane operators to un-step masts, have relationships with shippers, have worked with the lift operator that can pick up Kintala here at the lake before, and have rigging and shipping experts on staff. A one stop coordinator for arranging everything we need to arrange for getting on our way. For me shipping a 42 foot sailboat one third of the way across the country is a daunting task. For them it is just another day in the office. The mountain facing me is that much smaller today.
Many friends are offering good advice, and some of it suggests we stay here in Carlyle until everything we can possibly get done on the boat before heading off gets done. The argument, and it is a good one, is that leaving now and spending two months on the hard in some East Cost Marina, or leaving here two months from now to splash in salt water almost as soon as we get there, adds up to splashing at nearly the same time. I am reminded that spending time fixing things here is a lot cheaper than spending time fixing things there. So basically we are talking about starting our living aboard life by living aboard in Carlyle for six to eight weeks. It is actually sounding like a pretty good idea.
How cool is that?
