|Left to right: Galactic, Leiv's Peregrine, and the family boat, Damien II|
|Inside the Beaver Island shed|
What a breath of fresh air from the de rigueur anal-retentiveness about maintenance that American yachties so often take as a given. Leiv has a great let's-get-this-boat-ready-for-the-charter-season attitude that has seen him across a lot of oceans. As is ever the case with a sailor, the proof is in the miles he has sailed.
So recently, Alisa and I hit upon the perfect way to distill our appreciation of that wonderful combination of vast ability and relaxed approach.
To whit, we coined a commemorative, eponymous verb: "to Poncet".
|Alisa, in the act of Ponceting the main|
With the inaugural, one-boat version of the Kona to Kodiak rally just about to commence, we've had a few jobs to knock off. And...well...the bloom is well off the frantic pre-passage preparation routine. For once we just want to get the damn barky ready and go to sea without any bashed knuckles and late nights.
So, "Poncet it!" has been our rallying cry.
When we got the main down on the deck to attend to its rotten luff, I was at first dour about our chances. I figured the best we could do would be to patch it, nurse it up to Kodiak, and then ship it off to a sailmaker in Seattle over the winter.
But then we got into the job, and got into the spirit of Ponceting it - get it fixed, don't sweat the details, and move on with life.
And...it's a very liberating attitude. After a couple days of working together on the project, we realized that we were doing a fine job. We don't need no stinkin' sailmaker. Give us a floor large enough to lay out the sail this next winter, instead of our cramped foredeck, and we'll be able to finish the job proper.
So here we are...ten years into the life, and just reaching the point where we're really ready to go off and sail the world in our own boat.