OF ALL THE WAYS I HAVE TRAVELED, I LOVE MY SAILBOAT THE BEST. A WANDERER SINCE CHILDHOOD, I HAVE CLIMBED GLACIERS WITH A HEAVY PACK, FORDED AFRICAN RIVERS BY MOTORCYCLE, AND LANDED ON REMOTE FJORDS BY FLOATPLANE. NONE OF IT COMPARES WITH CRUISING. I AM CERTAIN THERE IS NO BETTER WAY TO ENCOUNTER THE WORLD THAN BY BOAT.
I’ve discovered that my humble craft has an alchemical quality, a certain trick of distilling the places, weather, events, people, and, yes, the scares and repairs too, into an extraordinarily pure essence, a rare and wonderful possession for life. This treasure can only be earned, never purchased, and cannot be lost or stolen. A few words are enough to conjure it all.
“Did you go up the Rio Dulce?” another sailor might…