In the beginning there was nothing.. just smooth unwrinkled sheets of plans and unmarred plywood. It was good. Dreams were made, imaginations ran amuck, and thoughts of days plying the soft waters of the South Jersey back bays wafted across all rational thought.
I grew up on the water. My Father was still in the Navy when I was born so many years ago. I think my earliest memories have visions of the sea in them. Unlike my Father, I am more a small boat sailor. I do not need a 40+ foot sailboat to feel safe and have fun on the water. My biggest boat is a mere 22 and a half feet long. It’s not that I dislike big boats, but that I feel more in touch with the living waters of this planet when on a smaller boat.. simply put, I am closer to the water and more subject to it’s whims.