Monday, April 11, 2016

Blogging from A to Z: I is for In The Beginning


During the month of April last year, I participated in the A to Z Blogging Challenge - one alphabet-themed post per day (except Sundays).  I had such a good time with it that I'm doing it again this year.  I'm loosely organized on the theme of downsizing, minimalism, and small-home living that I've learned in 14 years of living on a small boat.  I'm starting with A is for Anchoring Out, Anger-ing Out, and ending with Z is for Zout and Zwarte Peper (Dutch for salt and black pepper). Click on the A to Z logo on the lower left sidebar for links to many other bloggers participating in the challenge.

Beginnings are such wonderful times! (image from freeios)


Dan grew up on a wheat farm in landlocked southwest Kansas. Jaye's parents met cute at the beach, but rarely took their children there. We met when we were living in landlocked Colorado and were more intrigued with mountains and snow than oceans.  So how the heck did we end up living on a sailboat?

Like many paths in life, the journey incorporated a combination of taking advantage of spontaneous opportunities and structured planning.  The beginning was all spontaneity. At the time, Dan had a kitchen and bath design/remodel business and Jaye worked in an office. One of her colleagues approached her to ask if Dan could replace the countertop on a small sailboat.  We now refer to this as "the most expensive job we ever did."

The project was quick and easy -- so quick in fact, that when the colleague asked for the bill, Dan said "Hey, you know, this was such a small job its almost embarrassing to bill for it.  Tell you what. I've got about 3 hours labor in this; why don't you give us three hours on your sailboat in return and help us understand why you enjoy this so much?"

One lovely Saturday we drove to Lake Granby in the Rocky Mountains northwest of Denver where the colleague kept his boat. We sailed for a bit, dropped anchor and had lunch (for some weird reason I still remember that we brought homebaked rolls filled with chopped mushrooms), sailed some more, and returned to the mooring.  And that was all it took. Dan was utterly, completely hooked.

Six months later in the snowy winter, Jaye's office mate was hosting a candle party.  Also attending the party was the office mate's best friend, who was a charter yacht broker representing boats in the Virgin Islands. A tropical vacation sounded really good right about then, so next thing we knew, we were booked on a one-week liveaboard/learn to sail cruise.

Sailing our first boat on a light-air Lake Michigan summer day


The rest of the transition was more about planning than the initial luck, except that once we started, things seemed to come our way a bit faster than we expected.  An opportunity came up to move to Michigan (lakes! big water for sailing!) and three weeks after we arrived we bought our first sailboat, a 1975 Erickson 27 named "Bassackwards." We weren't crazy about the name but vowed not to change it until it no longer accurately described our sailing skill.  We kept it on a mooring in Northport and left home every summer  Friday afternoon at 3 PM for the drive to the boat, staying aboard, practicing our sailing skills and escaping our city lives, returning late in the evening on Sunday.  We never did get around to the name change; a few years later we were able to trade up to our far more liveaboard friendly current boat instead.  Hadn't planned on buying it so soon, but a good enough deal came up that we just couldn't pass it by.

 Fast-forward 4 years and we were relocating again (not entirely by choice) to Headquarters near Washington, DC. We quickly learned that even with a cost-of-living differential, we weren't going to be able to maintain our former standard of living -- what we had paid for a three-bedroom house on the river would about cover a studio apartment with a view of a brick wall.  What to do? Well, we were going to have to find a place for the boat anyway, right? And, we were planning to move aboard anyway someday, right? Why not just save the money we would be paying on rent, and accelerate our plan to move aboard right now? It would take some frantic downsizing, and a rather longer commute than I preferred, but indeed, why not?

10 comments:

  1. In the Beginning...it was meant to be. Very intriguing how it all pulled together from landlocked landlubbers to floating away. I'm enjoying these posts a lot. Sail on

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    1. Thanx! It really amazes me, the roads we take both planned and fortuitous, and where we end up.

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  2. I love how your boating life came about. We never know what amazing inspiration is right around the corner!

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    1. Following unexpected roads, being open to new adventures, has definitely enriched our lives!

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  3. What a great story! But what I really want to know is what part of Kansas is Dan from? I grew up in Wichita (Go Shox!) and have family ties to Zenda and Liberal.

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    1. Wow! Cruising really is a small world, though a very far-flung one! Dan grew up about 50 miles south of Dodge City, near the Oklahoma border, so Liberal would have been the closest of your family ties. Kansas looked kinda good in the rear-view mirror, though.

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  4. Interesting how it came to be and I agree, it sounds like it was meant to be.

    Mason
    Alex's Ninja Minion

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    1. It's funny you should say that. We were very happy in Colorado and if you had asked us 20 years ago, we would never ever have predicted that we'd end up here.

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  5. That was fun to learn about how it all started. I'll cross that question off of my list of things to ask you when we meet up :-)

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    1. Why do I get this feeling that there will be no shortage of things to talk about? ;)

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