Welp, not that boat


Well, the boat was a piece o’ shit. I knew it had been a while since the hull was painted, but I also found out that the boat was owned by this guy for three years, and It looks as though they were three years of neglect. She was taken out on fishing trips a few times, running the outboard only. If I remember right the guy also told me it had an inboard. One of the pieces of the standing rigging on the mizzen mast was coming out through the fiberglass. All guy wires for the mizen were mounted with rotted wood through the fiberglass. The batteries were done half assed, the head didn’t work(yet), and the stove was also inoperable at the moment, but ran on butane, which was new to me. The guy was also not going to give up the sails, two different sized genoas for the asking price. She was also a lot smaller than I had anticipated. It was brought to my knowledge today when talking to some of the fishermen at the beach that Freeport harbor is one of the cheapest places around to store a boat, and may not be the ideal spot to find a boat. Said fisherman also made reference to oil being ‘organic’ and that much of the deepwater horizon spill in 2011 just naturally disappeared. On another note, one of his friends was murdered here on the beach that I plan to spend the night, and there was a recent beheading. “the mexicans are crazy here, I don’t mean that in a racist way” is what was relayed to me. He said that I should sleep with the revolver that I brought along. I may just do that. Bryan beach I guess is dangerous.

It is wonderful to connect with the ocean again. It has been such a long time. I do however find myself wishing that I had spent the gas money on a trip to San Diego instead, for the reasons that my surfboard and my friends are there. I am starting to doubt the greatness of my idea to spend the winter on a sailboat and sell it before trying to get settled on my land. I am also in doubt as to whether I want to be there in rural Cotopaxi at all. Yet it’s all I have. My little place on this planet.

Author: Ronjohn

When I take a deep look at my ego, I see that it defines itself as a recreation bum. I ski, hike, rock climb, kayak, raft, sail, stand up paddle, mountain bike, rock climb again. I grew up in Grand Junction, Colorado. I am a vagabond extraordinaire.

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