I am a truly terrible boat driver. I was born into a family of sailors and boaters on both sides. You’d think it’s in my blood—my grandfather crossed the Atlantic on a sailboat called the Ann Gail, and my brother circumnavigated the globe on a forty-two foot sailboat 50 years later. I’ve spent all my life on the water, and I love it. I love the sounds and the smells and the routine. I can tie all the knots—bowlines and squares, hitches and half-hitches. I can wrap cleats and make dinner down below without getting the slightest bit queasy. I can shower off the back without complaining and the towel trick is an oft-used part of my routine. I’m a boater.
But I cannot for the life of me […]