Going Sailing
I have realised that dinghy cruising is more than the classic middle-aged man's folly, it's a grasping for wildness that beats on the heart of us all. I often wonder each dawn as I sit here on my back deck, two teens still asleep, 80 acres spread before me part noose around d my neck part buffer from the insanities of suburbia, about whether I will ever again live a seasteading life. But this morning in the wake of listening to a Jim Brown podcast in which old guys muse on whether the Constant Camber 37' is as good as the Searunner 34', I realise that I will never go a seasteading again. The reality is that trading in all my chips for a swapping vessel is hard enough, but having the bucks to shell out for annual slipping, mooring fees, engine overhauls and so on is both unlikely and undesirable. So, I ask myself, what is it about dinghy cruising that feeds my appetite? The answer is complex, but one aspect I'm tuning into this fine morning is that it offers man...