Living the 30-Foot Dream
Who can forget that first day? When you finally took command of your new used boat, and, probably with a friend or spouse, sailed it home? If the boat is well used, like the nine boats featured this month ("30s from the ’70s," page 8), the odds are great that some mishap enlivened the voyage home. I still have faded photos of my friend Steve Cannon, with his whole head wrapped up in gauze (think Bugs Bunny with a toothache), grinning at the tiller when Tosca finally met the sunlight-spangled waters of Biscayne Bay, Fla., her new home. In his chin were seven stitches, the result of a sharp blow from a slippery fuel dock on the Intracoastal Waterway. Whenever I dig up the photo, I still can smell the diesel in Steve’s T-shirt—residue from six hours of cycling the boat’s algae-laden fuel through a home-made filter. Thus began the great adventure.