Whatever else we may have buggered up in life, I am more and more of the opinion that raising Elias on board a sailboat has been a very good decision. There is the valuable closeness with us, of course, and the way that he is enmeshed in all facets of our daily lives. But more than anything I love watching him grow up as an outdoor child. For all its inconvenience and less-than-romantic realities, living as a family on a sailboat seems again and again to give us an out from those widely recognized, but hard to change, difficulties of life in the 21st century rich world. Like, for instance, children who grow up sedentary, mesmerized by digital images, and indoors.
Looking for fur seals.
Listening to a hunting story. Elias loves hunting stories.
Cleaning the flathead we caught.
Picking mussels. Elias likes to say "hunting mussels".
On June 23rd, 2007, we left our home in Kodiak, Alaska on board Pelagic, our 25 year old Crealock 37 sailboat. Our ten month old son was with us, and the ruins of our old life smoked in the distance as we sailed away: two good jobs, quit; fanstastic house, sold; most possessions, disposed of.
Three years later, we've made the transition from family of three to family of four. Pelagic is for sale in Tasmania, and we've just bought a new boat in San Francisco, a boat that we hope will carry us wherever we want to go for years to come.