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Should never feed a duck just because its cute. I told it not to tell the other ducks. The next day the extended family wants to move in. π¦π |
Living and working on a boat is one of those experiences you really can’t explain unless you’ve done it. It’s not always accessible to everyone, though hopefully it becomes more so over time. Recreational boating and sailing are about more than just owning a boat. It’s about being on the water, surrounded by nature, feeling free, and living in a way that feels a little closer to how humans were probably designed to live before someone invented HOA meetings and email chains.
Once you spend enough time on a boat — not necessarily even living aboard full-time — you start to notice changes in how you see the world. Your stress level drops. Your priorities shift. Sunsets suddenly become a major event. Wind direction becomes breaking news. You begin casually saying things like, “The tide is against us today,” as if you’re an extra in a pirate documentary.
Joy… but also chaos.
Because no matter how peaceful boating looks on Instagram, eventually something breaks.
For example, I spent an absurd amount of time installing new port and starboard navigation lights. Apparently, the previous owner believed electrical systems should resemble abstract art, so I had to trace wires, fix grounding issues, and figure out why one light worked while the other one refused to acknowledge electricity entirely.
Seems easy, doesn’t it?
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“Just install a light,” they said.
Three hours later you’re upside down in a storage compartment questioning every life decision that led you to marine wiring.
I finally got them working though, and honestly, that little moment of accomplishment felt better than some professional achievements.
Next project:
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Fix the pump
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Reinspect the rigging
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Pretend cosmetic work is “optional”
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Eventually stop finding mysterious screws with no known purpose
Most of what’s left now is second-round cosmetic work. I made a nice canopy, added cushions, cleaned things up, and slowly turned the boat from “floating survival project” into “moderately respectable vessel.”
Then there are the inevitable delays. I had a pump go bad recently. The housing looked fine, I replaced the impeller, but the shaft looked worn. I tried ordering the replacement part and they basically told me:
“Absolutely. We can get that for you sometime between next month and the collapse of civilization.”
So I decided I’ll deal with it later. That’s part of boating too — learning the difference between:
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“critical repair”
and
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“ehhh… probably fine for now.”
Mostly because marine mechanics charge roughly the GDP of a small island nation.
Boating also comes with stereotypes. People ask:
“So… are you like… a boat person?”
Which is hard to answer because there are several species of boat people.
There are the yacht club people:
Clean polos.
Wine tastings.
Dockhands.
Maintenance mysteriously handled by “a guy.”
Then there are the salty dogs:
These people can rebuild a diesel engine using a butter knife, zip ties, and pure spite.
They know every harbor.
Every weather pattern.
Every obscure marine part number ever created.
These are the people who actually teach you boating.
And then there are hybrids.
I have a friend who owned multiple successful dental practices, retired, and now casually fixes anything on a boat like a waterfront wizard. The man can discuss molars one minute and rebuild a marine pump the next. If I run into something impossible, he’s the guy I call before I start emotionally negotiating with the boat itself.
Because that happens too.
At some point every boat owner stands in silence staring at a broken part hoping it fixes itself out of mutual respect.
And despite all of this…
Despite the broken pumps.
The wiring disasters.
The mystery leaks.
The endless hunt for “a good mechanic.”
There are still few things better than waking up in the morning, making coffee, opening the laptop, and looking out over the harbor while seals, ducks, and boats drift by.
You can walk the marina, grab coffee, talk to random sailors for an hour about propellers or weather systems nobody else cares about, and spend the afternoon convincing yourself you’re “almost done” with repairs.
You are never almost done with repairs.
That’s the secret.
But for some of us, especially those who are single or a little more independent, it’s an incredible way to live. The mainlanders may not always understand it, but boating gives you a strange combination of freedom, problem-solving, peace, frustration, adventure, and occasional mild electrical trauma.
And somehow… that becomes the recreation itself.