In my late 20s, tired of apartment living but not quite ready for a more significant, land-based commitment, I found myself meandering a local marina. It was one of those clear, sunny May days in the Pacific Northwest that induces the itch to be on the water, particularly after a gray, wet and cold winter. Already an avid boater, I thought buying a boat to live aboard seemed like a fine idea. And so I did just that.
Taking possession of a 1981 30-foot trawler in early summer, I became a liveaboard. Which is how today, I am able to set aside all of the customary nautical, navigational, operational and other seamanship aspects of successfully enjoying a trawler, and instead offer some thoughts and considerations about the liveaboard life.
Maybe…