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What is "I love yachting"?
Maybe you remember ABC's Wide World of Sports? The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. Or, like golf, (hate it or not), finding the sand and taking three swings to get out only to be followed by a spectacular drive straight down the fairway. Maybe even the old adage of falling off your bike and getting back on. All of these have one thing in common, we keep on going back for more, we don't give up, and that taste of glory, while maybe elusive, is compelling, perhaps addictive.
I came up with this notion a few years back when I had my sailboat... that no one points a (hypothetical) gun at your head and says, "Go buy a boat". Nope, never heard of that. We do it willingly, we do it because we enjoy boating, and we want to be on the water aboard some floating craft. Worldwide. We even get on odd boats, and wonderously, I've sailed on three of them; a felucca on the Nile, a fitted-dinghy in Bermuda, and the background picture here, log canoes on the Eastern Shore of the Chesapeake Bay. The fitted-dinghy and log canoes are nearly identical in their being, overly canvassed and highly unstable. Guess what? People love doing it because when things go right or you are victorious, it is a thrill. But like this picture, when boats go over it's pure agony.
I love yachting is the way to express all of it. You love it one day, you swear at it the next. Whether you are going out for a sail, to fish, motoring around, paddle, etc., boats have a way of being awesome and frustrating as heck. Read about the origins of this fine exclamation.
Via our boat, CAYUGA, we are sharing our boating adventure, but we really want you, our readers and followers, to share your stories too - good or bad. You can write your story yourself or text/email it to us, whatever your preference, we just want to hear from you.
In 1972, Hurricane Agnes made quite the impression on upstate NY. This is a picture of the destruction of the boats and lifts on the east shore of Seneca Lake. My dad or grandfather took the picture. Granpa had a cottage there, well up the steep hill and across the street, but his boat shed along the shore was damaged (left). However, the neighbor's boat clearly did not fare well. But a few "I love yachting" mutterances later and it was all rebuilt. Thankfully, because I have wonderful memories of boating and going fishing with Granpa. Whether it's a mechanical failure, or Mother Nature doing her worst... we still love yachting.
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