We are often asked: "How did you get into sailing?" or "What made you decide to become a liveaboard?"
Our story begins with a love of Tall Ships and a shared passion for traveling... Actually, it's all Patrick O'Brian's fault. When Rick and I started dating, we lived in different cities. He would travel back and forth by ferry between Vancouver and Victoria to come visit me. On one of those trips, he came across Master and Commander, the first novel in a series of 21 books by O'Brian. Stories of sea adventures and pistol duels during the Napoleonic Wars fed a newfound interest in boats.
|U.S. Brig Niagara|
In the meantime, our life circumstances drastically changed. This gave us the opportunity to rethink our future. We did it while crewing on a sailboat in the Mediterranean. In my research, I had come across a skipper named Barb who was looking for crew. Rick and I joined her for a Summer.
We both quickly adapted to the lifestyle. We loved the simplicity. We bought our provisions where the locals shopped, explored nooks and crannies at a leasurely pace, and learned some of the challenges that come with this way of life as well. Over cheap wine, we talked for hours about what it would be like to do this on our own boat.
Three weeks after our return to Canada, we sold our house and most of our belongings. We were on the hunt for a new home. A new life. There was one caveat. Our home would be a sailboat that would take us places we'd only dreamt of until now.
After many months of searching, we found a pretty boat in great need of some love. And labour. Rick saw her first. When I went aboard, my gut said yes, while my brain screamed "What are you doing?" That settled it. We bought her. We moved her to a slip in the Upper Harbour and set to work.
The rest as they say, is history.
|Our First Glimpse of S.V. Nyon|