-It's your job to be excited, I said. It's my job to be nervous.
-Good, said Alisa. I am excited.
-Well, perfect, I said. I'm nervous.
So, the big news: we have an initial purchase agreement on the California steel boat. That was the one that we initially ruled out after we learned the headroom, then ruled back in after Alisa measured me and found that I'm 5/8" shorter than previously advertised. To refresh your memory, this is the beast:
We always knew that we would have to make some big compromises on whatever boat we got... It's just taking me a bit to get used to the actual compromises that we see in this boat. She's bigger than we want (45 feet). She's steel, which I've not quite resigned myself to. And she's a one-off, which I never wanted. But there appears to be some good to go along with all that. And at a certain point, if you want to stop dreaming and start sailing, you've got to go out an put your money down on one particular, imperfect, boat. I fly over on January 11th to see her for myself.
This is a boat with a bit of a history: