Sometimes I repeat myself, maybe too much, but when it comes to the sincerity of my love and enthusiasm for sailing, you couldn't pay me to stop. I could spend forever re-hashing each beautiful sunset, even though at some point they all melt together. I write down each and every meal I ever serve on charters, and can typically conjure up atleast one good memory from the day based on what I was feeding people. Oh, we had a crab feast-that means we put down pots, the guests pulled them up, and everyone went nuts over the bounty! I made sockeye salmon blts? Must have been heading to shore for a hike and swim.
Saved in my emails are several files of photos guests sent after they returned home, reminiscing over their magical week and hoping to plan a return visit in the next year or two. We've had the pleasure of meeting people from all over the world, all walks of life, we've towed disabled vessels and once had to be towed. We've had guests who cried at their first whale, and I myself still get teary when porpoises are on the bow, I don't know why, it just always feels like such a magical blessing of the sea I can't help but be in awe. We've sailed into coves at the exact pace of the fog, rolling in with the tide like we're just a small part of the natural world. You can't help but feel small, but never insignificant. On the water you know that you belong, the world makes sense, and you live in the moment. It's a life anyone should be proud to live.
We can't wait to welcome you aboard, a trip of wonder and amazement awaits you, and only you.