Goodbye Lady Liberte

 
Uh oh. They are here...  I'll be right back.

Ok.　

I made a gin and tonic first, and I'm back. Sara and David were here and they just departed our dock as the new owners of Lady Liberte.

Why is the boat like a living thing to me? It's like I sold off a family pet.   And maybe not to a good home, either.  I'm not even sure they are really sailors.   But it doesn't matter.  They will be. If nothing else, a Catalina 22 will teach you to sail.  It sure lets you know the instant you make a mistake.  Which, as long as you live through it, is the perfect teaching device.

So. The dock is empty. And I'm drinking a gin and tonic.  So there. I have no idea why anyone ever said selling a boat is the other happiest day of your life. Never been true for me. I could still cry that we turned poor, beautiful Quest over to that idiot who sank her at the Peace and Plenty.

So anyway, a goodbye toast to Lady Liberte! And to all the boats that have gone before her. And hopefully soon, a hello toast to the next and future family member.

 An empty dock just means there's something new to look forward to, right?

　

Goodbye, Lady Liberte.