A
few years ago I mentioned in this column that Don Casey, the well-known sailor
and author, had some profound words on this topic: "When you have a
modest, simple boat, you can sail at the drop of a hat, no small advantage
for a pastime entirely dependent on the vagaries of wind.... Smaller
sails and lower stresses make smaller boats easier to sail and arguably safer
for a small crew.... Small boats are handy, tacking easily through narrow
waters. They can also traverse thin water. In fact, given seaworthiness, a
small boat can take you everywhere its larger sibling can go and lots of
places beyond the big boat's reach. Small boats are also more economical to
own, operate and maintain.... The ploy I favor is to own a boat substantially
smaller than what you can afford."
This
is all true, of course, and as a lover of small boats myself I have no quibble
with it, on the understanding that “small boats” are boats of 35 feet or less.
But it does overlook one important point.
When
I look at a full marina, especially on a cold and miserable winter afternoon, I
wonder how many unseen people there are aboard those boats. Are the boats
really as deserted as they look?
Just
because the boats are not out sailing doesn't mean they're not being used. I
have spent many happy hours down below on docked boats. Some of them were
bigger than I could really afford, but they offered comforts that smaller boats
could not match.
Nothing
feels more cozy than the cabin of yacht when the wind is howling from the
southeast and cold rain is drumming on the skylights. What better way is there
for the harried city worker to relax than to stretch out on a bunk with a
favorite book or good music on the stereo?
To
go below into the womb-like confines of a cabin smelling of teak and lemon oil
is to shut out the worries of the weekday world. And alone, or with a loving
companion, there is a satisfaction approaching bliss in doing nothing in
peculiar, in simply relaxing in a snug little vessel floating on a highway that
— if you wanted to — would lead you to all the exciting, exotic places in the
world.
Even
in summer, an afternoon spent in the sunny cockpit, happily tying a Turk's Head
on the tiller, or lazily re-varnishing the little spot where the jib sheet rubs
on the teak coaming, revitalizes the spirit and feeds the soul.
You
may sometimes feel the pressure to go sailing when you don't particularly want
to, simply to fall in with the popular notion that you have to leave your slip
to prove that you're a proper sailor and not a veranda yachtsman.
But
you don't have to fall for that. How you enjoy your boat is up to you. You
don’t need to feel guilty for not sailing it every waking moment. And if you
can afford a “big boat,” that is, something of 27 feet or more, in which you
can goof off standing upright, why should you make yourself miserable in one
with no more than sitting headroom?
Today's Thought
The bow that's always bent will quickly break;
But if unstrung will serve you at your need.
So let the mind some relaxation take
To come back to its task with fresher need.
— Phaedrus, Fables
Tailpiece
Confucius say: "If man think by the inch and talk by the
yard, he will be kicked by the foot."
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1 comment:
I have just decided that my 38-ft Laser is too much of a boat for a man my age, and I am thinking of a 30-footer. This post covers all the points roiling around in my head.
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