mid February… northern Maine…..from Moby Dick…
  “Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.” (Melville))
Having experienced open blue water and the ever distant anchorage as being our last freedom arena where all depends on you, your crew, basic self-sufficiency, weather, and a well founded vessel to convey you; as well to meet and share experiences with fellow cruisers doing the same; there is no better group of persons I’d want to share my life with.
“There's nothing . . . absolutely nothing . . . half so much worth doing as simply messing around in boats.” Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows (River Rat to Mole)
svKathryn, our noble, gracious, stable (placemat) full keel flush deck heavy (and I mean /heavy/) Cartwright 40 has conveyed us 40,000+ miles since her baptism 1978. But it is time for change…yes.. change.
“the only permanent thing in life is change” (Heraclitus)
And wanting to yet experience another venue, we have hopped aboard a MaineCat catamaran…yes; a catamaran, a catamaran!…no gimbaled stove…no bunk lee boards…two engines…massive sail area…and speed; speed we have not known since surfing down an ocean wave.
True, svKathryn sits patiently in the barn awaiting her ‘final’ ‘final’ retrofit for possibly a Newfoundland passage 2012 while we take this multihull beauty into southern waters with a 2.5 foot draft. Cannot imagine! Cannot wait!
   
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