It’s been a while since I’ve added a post, regrettably… and despite having plenty to write about.
Testing microchips, managing fleeting covid projects, securing ISO 9000 certifications, starting my own business, fathering a third daughter, designing indie video games, and flying all over the western hemisphere are a few of the things that have been “distracting me”. Not necessarily in that order. And, as always, I’ve kept myself from boredom by writing music and lyrics in between it all. As if boredom could keep up with me. Least of the things keeping me occupied is buying and restoring a near 50-year-old sailboat. A 1975 Ericson 35 Mk II, if it matters to you. The boats are good. Great for sailing, spacious, and coming with a low entry fee. They also come without a user manual and if you hadn’t heard, with a fair share of projects. So, how’s that all fit in, and hey there Ryan (dbmoore is a pen name… I call myself by my given name when it matters), how goes it all?
It’s been two years this month since I purchase Wind Spirit from an old Englishman living aboard at Seaforth Marina in San Diego. I gave him a reasonably sized stack of one-hundred-dollar bills and he gave me the title. He then walked off a little happier than I felt comfortable with. I had inspected the boat personally, but it was falling apart. I didn’t regret the purchase, but I knew how heavily the boat had been weighing on his shoulders after I saw how he lit up once the title was in my hand. He hadn’t taken the boat out for even a single leisure sail once in the ten years he owned and lived on it. I can’t be sure about any of the previous owners, but the poor thing was a clipped bird. He assured me the boat wouldn’t sink as he walked off with the cash, but had I not come into the picture when I did it certainly would have, and he would have gone down with it.
The boat has been in my possession now for two years, and I am currently planning to sail it as far around the world as either of us can go. If you’re curious about what happened, you should be, but I can’t and won’t try to write it all down in a blog post. There will be more soon. I could write ten full-length novels on the events of the last two years. Instead, I’ll leave you with a simple teaser photo for the day. With it, The Adventure Begins.
We’re not in San Diego anymore, Wind Spirit…
Politically Romantic 