by William burr
As Kenneth Grahame said in his famous book,
Wind in the Willows, “There is nothing quite like
messing around in boats.”
Be it power or sail, nothing can match the solitary
emotion you experience at the wheel of a vessel that
feels alive, challenging each wave with brute force,
then thrusting forward to meet the next and the next.
It heels over, touching the sea, testing you, testing the
fiberglass, wood, and metal at its core, challenging the
formidable water it has been created to conquer.
As a retired man, I acquired a 37 foot, French sloop
and single handed it for years around the east coast.
There is no way to explain the pleasure and satisfaction I felt when the bow crashed through the waves,
hurtling effortlessly and silently into a setting sun. All
I can do is tempt you with some of the world’s best
sailing grounds along the southeastern United States
and hope you will succumb to the siren call of the sea.