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I must admit, I really thought we had done our homework when it came to buying a sailboat.  But, that would be a negative!  So we did buy “The Boat“, the one we love, however, after spending thousands of dollars on hiring experts and buyer’s advocates to make sure she was mostly problem free (mostly, because there is no such thing as a completely problem free boat) we found out the experts had failed us completely.  We brought her home and truly dug in (now having the time to do so), figuring out how everything worked and where everything should go and my husband looks at the bottom half of the mast and notices a bulge. We call an expert that we trust (yes there are a few out there that are trustworthy) — he specializes in rigging and mast work — and he comes out right away and tells us that it is not good. It’s actually very bad and we could have lost the sails, rigging, mast, and even the boat on our passage home. It’s cracked. And not just a small crack, but an 18inch split right up the middle at the base.

Really?! What?!

So I remember that I had videoed the survey.  We went back and looked at the footage and the bulge was right there and the surveyor was looking right at it in much of the footage. Did he say anything about it or put it in his report? That would be a big fat NO.

So, our rigger reached out to US Spars, the maker of the mast, to see what our options might be. We knew it would be repair or replace, but our rigger was hoping US Spars would step up to the plate and help us out since this was a known issue with that mast. And… while we were waiting for an answer, the shitter exploded in the forward head. OMG!

Luckily it exploded in a bilge area, but there was liquid splatter everywhere in there.  One thing that makes this super bad is that “IT’S NOT OUR SHIT”.  But we bought her so guess what, we clean and fix her. Lance and I could not believe what was happening.  We tried to avoid all this by paying the extra money for experts to let us know what condition the boat was in before we signed on the dotted line.

Oh, and have I mentioned that the freezer quit freezing?

So here’s where we are today.  After much thought, we decided that fixing her was the only option — especially since US Spars told us we were on our own.  So we hauled her out last week for a bottom repainting and had the service guys repair the valves in the heads.  This weekend we will be motoring her to Pensacola for a huge mast repair job — hoping that once this is done we will be on our way to bluer waters.

All in all, real life is not blue oceans painted with perfect sunsets, dolphins everywhere, and a sailboat that never has problems.  Real life is hard. It’s hard work, sweat, blood, tears, laughter, love, learning, and most importantly sharing the journey with our friends and family.  What is an adventure without the unknown, if we wanted that we would have kept our house and all our possessions and lived a boring life of wondering and dreaming of what if! So my advice in all this is, just DO IT! Buy the boat, live the dream, or whatever makes you happy.  Take the good with the bad and learn everyday while you live every moment.

Shelly