There’s no doubt. I get it honestly. I was bit by the boat bug as a wee little one. Of course that was a costly insect to be bit by, but alas, I’m a mermaid at heart.
Still not sure why my dad thought it best to decapitate my first flounder before taking my photo but it’s one of those memories that will go down in history. And much like my father, and my father’s father, I never lost my love for being on the open water.
One of my fondest memories was being able to hear the sounds of the Coast Guard Station carry across the inlet and through my bedroom window at night.
Then as an adult I stepped foot onto the U.S.S. Sequoia and whew. The wooden boat bug really bit!
“A man is never lost at sea.” – Ernest Hemingway