|The Westsail Sistership next door|
They parked a nice looking Westsail 32 right next to Emma and me last week. Today a marine surveyor showed up to do an inspection for the new owner's insurance.
“I don’t know if they set it right there to inspire me or to taunt me,” I said.
“Well, yes, she’s a pretty boat,” he replied, “She’s a Westsail 32.”
“Yeah,” I smiled, gesturing toward Emma, “ … same hull.”
“Oh my goodness! Would you look at that.”
Emma was neglected enough that I could afford her and lately I've been sanding 3 or 4 mysterious
“How did you get her up here,” he asked.
“We sailed her -- about 120 miles; overnight. It was a glorious sail.”
“With no engine! Gosh, that’s brave,” he exclaimed, “You’ve got to have a certain confidence in yourself and your boat. Well done.”
I didn’t tell him that it was the first time I had ever sailed her. It is only unusual to sail a boat with no engine because most skippers wouldn’t do it. It is not so brave; not some heroic endeavor. People were sailing boats without engines for thousands of years. It had to be done and Pete and I did it.
He inquired what engine I had bought for her and raved when I told him it was an old Perkins 4.108.
I can’t wait to get Emma back in the water. We are going to be one hell of a team.