Whenever people hear we lived aboard a sailboat for four years, cruised in the Caribbean, transited the Panama Canal, sailed to San Diego, and ended our journey with a six-month trip up the East Coast to Maine, they get all starry-eyed. In response, I rave about palm-studded islands, sandy white beaches, emerald water, and dolphins playing off our bow. I don’t tell them that anything short of perfect sailing weather scared the bejeezus out of me and that traveling by sailboat is the slowest and most expensive way in the world to go third class!
In 1997, never having set foot on a sailboat, I cast off with a self-proclaimed adrenaline junkie who filled my head with alluring promises of romance and adventure .Somehow we survived those years together, on two different boats, neither having more than five hundred square feet of constantly moving living space. This is my story of the four months I spent on my glorious yacht and the forty-four I spent on his damn boat. Set your clock to island time, kick back with a rum punch (or two) and come aboard.
Cap’n Ron hails from Natchez on the bluffs of the Mississippi River and was a banker for thirty-five years. He was introduced to sailing in his twenties and dreamed of circumnavigating the globe on a sailboat. His wife Jeanne, a native of Steens, Mississippi, was a former English teacher, banker, and freelance writer with several magazine articles and short stories to her credit. In 1997, she and Cap’n Ron cast off the dock lines in Pensacola, Florida, aboard Tewsday, a 38-foot Island Packet sailboat. They cruised on Tewsday and on Vixen, a 52-foot Tayana, for four years in the Caribbean, Atlantic, and Pacific Oceans. They returned to shore in Pensacola in 2001 and now divide their time between twelve grandchildren, thier poodle Max, and writing.