four staterooms with plenty of berths, and the kids loved our voyages on the Bay, including many extended cruises with friends in the Sailing Club of the Chesapeake. We lived and played in close quarters, meshing our personalities and subtle quirks, as we learned about teamwork, tolerance, patience, and what it means to be a family. These days, it’s often just the two of us on the boat ~ the kids are young adults now and usually have their own Millennial-style plans. We’ve gone over to what some call the “dark side,” with our Sabre 42 powerboat named First Light. None of this could happen without our fearless Captain ~ my boatloving husband is a seasoned mariner. He’s the Captain for sure, and I suppose after 35 years of boating together, I qualify as the first mate, chief cook, and bottle washer. By some standards, I am a relative newbie in the boating world, and
I’ll be the first to admit that I have a major problem remembering how to tie a bowline knot. Nevertheless, we get along okay, and it all works. So back to First Light. You probably know that every sailboat and powerboat has its own personality and design for sleeping, cooking, and hanging out. First Light gets us wherever we want to go, but a multi-room mansion she is not. Quarters can get a little tight with the family onboard. The boat sleeps six people max ~ unless someone is willing to sleep on the deck. As they say, she “sleeps six, loves eight.” Those twin diesels in the engine room take up an awful lot of space. But somehow the tight fit never gets in the way of the fun. Whatever the size of the crew, we provision the boat with meals, bedding, swim gear, electronics, and everything else needed for a great escape. After somehow stowing all this below deck and then circling back to the dock at least once to retrieve some forgotten item, we’re underway, full steam ahead. Rafting Up and Gunkholing Staying out overnight on the Bay can range from anchoring in an undeveloped cove on the pristine Little Choptank River, to taking a transient slip at a marina in Rock Hall, to grabbing a mooring in Spa Creek at Annapolis. Wherever you are, somehow you have to secure the boat.
Tidewater Times June 2017