Boys on one side, us on the other, dogs and cats wherever. I am drooling over the possibilities with a forty-two inch draft. Think of all the places in the Bahamas we could never go with our previous six-foot fin keel. We used to call it STK - that stands for Shine The Keel. And it was shiny, I promise you! I am eager to teach my boys as much as I can about the cruising life. I cannot think of a better way to complete their education into men. Still, Mom is upset already. She understands we need to find a catamaran and go, but it certainly doesn’t make it any easier. With much research - (sheesh, I wish we had internet the first time I did this!) - we have agreed a catamaran about 40 feet is the way to go. So lookout, if you need further information just follow this link: http://www.honeetea.com/bbs/boke.asp?bei970ijing.showtopic.29567.html ! We are coming back! It has been ten years since we sold NAIAD and moved back ashore. Collecting the junk we have was easy. Getting rid of it all will not be. Mom agrees, but what do we do with the horse farm? We can't leave the horse business in someone else’s hands. I can see it now. I get an emergency message by bottle in the Sea of Cortez that my farm manager has abandoned the horses and we have to save them. Not likely.
Ian was born in Tortola, British Virgin Islands, and spent his first five years aboard our thirty-six-foot aluminum sloop NAIAD. You see, the two boys, Christian Louboutin Shoes, Ian 15, and Ryan who just turned... As the boys have always been homeschooled, we decided now was the time to go back to sea. Ian might not be with us that much longer as the fumes will soon get him. Perfume and car fumes, that is. Now we have to figure out how to move a horse farm with 8 of our horses, 15 boarded horses, Lebron 9 Shoes, and if you need further information just follow this link: http://www.lsmsg.net/bbs/boke.asp?bei970rjing.showtopic.10442.html, 65 lesson students, and a 12-stall barn onto a boat. He has dim memories of jumping off the stern with a waist inflatable ring tied to a long rope. I have vivid memories of watching the tidal currents snatch him at three or four knots until the rope came up tight and I would haul him back in to do it all over again. And again. And...
If that rope ever breaks, Ryan knows nothing about boats, Christian Louboutin Outlet, but has the urge from listening to us tell stories as we flip through the gazillion photos we took back then. Remember when you actually kept the pictures somewhere other than your hard drive? We have a small problem. My wife of two decades has fallen for horses as hard as I fell for boats back when I was a kid. And we have a ton of fun doing it!