Guys like chicks with skills............
We sailed today from Tobago Cays to Bequia. Kirstin and I usually share driving "the party barge" as we call "L'ORIENT", but today I didn't really feel like doing much so she pretty much drove us here. As we rounded Admiralty Bay and began our anchoring maneuver, I thought about the wacky directions that life takes us in.........especially women. If your man likes Metallica..........you like Metallica (or at least get used to it). If your man likes golf............get ready for lessons or golf-widow status. Sailing works the same way.
Many of Kirstin's contemporaries drive mini-vans filled with kids. An Escalade weighs about 4 tons (filled with fuel, diapers, and softball equipment). My wife is driving a 21-ton oceangoing yacht with enough diesel to foul every beach on this island. She swung our boat around the bay, found a great anchoring spot and stuck the landing. No big deal. I really didn't expect any other result.
After anchoring, we noticed that our water level is a little low. No problem. One of Kirstin's job is to make water with our reverse osmosis water maker. She regulates the pressure of sea-water as it is forced through these cool membranes, separating good stuff from bad stuff. She knows how it works because we put it in the boat ourselves, including all the plumbing and electrical. She measures the salinity with these cool testers she bought from some techie magazine.
A lot of cruisers we meet have an arrangement whereby the guy does basically everything and his wife/girlfriend cooks (and vomits when the boat heels too much). Glad I'm not in that place. It's more fun when it's 50-50.
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| Co-captains enjoying a sundowner (or two) |
After anchoring, we noticed that our water level is a little low. No problem. One of Kirstin's job is to make water with our reverse osmosis water maker. She regulates the pressure of sea-water as it is forced through these cool membranes, separating good stuff from bad stuff. She knows how it works because we put it in the boat ourselves, including all the plumbing and electrical. She measures the salinity with these cool testers she bought from some techie magazine.
A lot of cruisers we meet have an arrangement whereby the guy does basically everything and his wife/girlfriend cooks (and vomits when the boat heels too much). Glad I'm not in that place. It's more fun when it's 50-50.