People ask me every time I see them..."how's the boat?" I'm kind of getting tired of the question, not because I'm bothered by people asking me so much, they're genuinely interested and fascinated by the whole process. I'm tired of the question because I'm ready for a different answer. Right now, the answer is, "it's like a snowball gaining speed, size and desctructive power that cannot be stopped. There is an inevitable quality to this endeavor...there is no turning back, I'm all in." It feels truly alive and vital. It's terrifying and thrilling all at once. Even if she sank tonight while I slept, it would have been a profoundly meaningful experience. So, progress moves forward with fits and starts, but it moves and I'm more sure every day that she will sail again some day quite soon...and she's definitely going to be beautiful.
