Ok, I asked Rick to write this, because he is a better writer, but - he probably won't. Alot has been going on in the blog world about cruisers (dirt owners versus live-a-boards, we are the former?). What exactly is the definition of a live-a-board? Are all your worldly possessions gone? Are they in storage somewhere? Are they at your Kids/Parents? Did you move them onto the boat? We are in a marina, not our normal, modus operandi, however, this is a maintenance year. We love traveling. I have had a passport with me since I was 18, my husband has had one since he was 12 - I say that because everything happened when he was 12, every story he tells was when he was 12 - he did alot when he was 12.
Ok, back to we love to travel. That perhaps drew us together - maybe it was sex, but my mother reads this so, lets just say travel (by the way I get my wanderlust from my Mother and we have other similarities).
Interesting - the last three months at marinas we have been charged a live-a-board fee - I guess we are live-a-boards. Or - are we? That definition still eludes me.
What-ever we are, it has been a great ride. Some of my favorite memories have been the people. Can't forget the Erie Canal trip where people, so called strangers would walk up where we were tied up on the wall and offer us rides to wherever we needed to go. Or our Mississippi River trip, where we would pull into a marina whether it be Homeport, Fairport, or Keokuk (that's just Iowa), belly up to the bar and never need to pay for a drink - these are people that live vicariously thru the cruisers.
Then you step outside the box - hmmm might we venture beyond the Exumas - scary. What lies beyond - pirates? We did make it to Trinadad - my dreamer of a husband would of probably preferred to continue to points unkown, I don't call it squashing the dream - I call it compromise. At least what we are doing, we are doing together - somedays it is his dream some days it is mine.