I’m a late bloomer into the yachting world. When we bought an oceanfront house on Jupiter Island, my astute wife, Marty, said, “You’ll be very happy to have your own dock,” but I told her if I ever set foot on a boat, even at the dock, I’ll be seasick, so that’s going nowhere. Wisely she said, “We’ll see.” The first year at the house, I joined Club Nautico, I loved it, and after years of excuses, I boldly accepted a friend’s invitation to sail up to Maine. I loved that too.
I bought a 26ft Wellcraft and, a year later, a 35ft Tiara. But I was useless, I didn’t know how to tie a knot – and what’s a macerator? So, I went to the Chapman School, 40 hours,…
