They say the two happiest days of a sailor’s life are the day he buys his boat and the day he sells it. I find that I don’t relate, and not only because I’m not a “he”. We are selling Baby Blue today and it breaks my heart. I’ve had quite a lot of time to get used to the idea of letting go, but now that the day has finally arrived I feel a knot of regret in my stomach. Despite my gripes and pining for creature comforts while onboard, I miss living on Baby Blue. I don’t often get attached to objects and typically prefer to avoid referring to anything inanimate as “she”, but it’s never been so hard for me to move on. She was my first boat and I love her. We worked long and hard to fit our lives into the space of her tiny cabin. She taught us how to sail, kept us safe in the face of some extreme circumstances, and allowed us to experience so much beauty. Through my trials and triumphs living on that boat, I felt the constant clash between my faith that everything will be okay and my anxie
Sailing Baby Blue
After five years of saving and scheming, we quit our jobs and sold our house in Denver, CO. This is the story of our journey from Maine where we bought Baby Blue, down the US Atlantic Coast (offshore and ICW), through the Eastern Caribbean islands and back again from July 2014 - July 2016. We then returned to shore to build a tiny house, buy land, and have a baby! We're now raising our young son in Western North Carolina and planning our next big adventure.