S/V Adventurer

Those of you who know me well, know that I love fishing; especially river fishing.   So as my first official act of retirement...I went fishing.  I can't remember the last time I had 5 days off in a row, not to mention being able to fish for 5 days in a row, so this was kind of a major event for me.  And since Brenda wasn't around, I could eat bacon for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  (If you read this Brenda, I only had bacon for breakfast and lunch...we had salmon for dinner....with a side of bacon). Its not really even the act of fishing that I love.  Its the whole process.  I enjoy the anticipation of going, the shopping for snacks to throw in the boat, even stopping by the fishing store to see what bait and lures are working.  Once we are on the river is when things get even more enjoyable.  The sound of the water under the boat, reading the water, deciding what path to take, and rowing like crazy in big water.  It doesn't matter to me if its raining, snowing, or sunn

Our little floating home is a 1982 Cooper 416 pilot house sailboat.  The Boat is 42' long and 14' wide at her widest point.  She is a good boat.  We named her Adventurer.  She was made on Vancouver Island by a bunch of crazy Canadians back in the early 80's when apparently shag carpet was in style.  They put that shag on everything...the walls, the floors, they probably would have put it in the fridge if someone would have let them, just to keep the Molson's from clanging around. Our boat has 2 bedrooms and one bathroom (the brochure claims that it has a soaking tub, although you can only really soak your big toe), a little kitchen, a dining room, a navigation station complete with a place to drive from inside the boat when the weather is nasty, and even extra places to sleep if you are about 3 feet tall and able to contort into very uncomfortable shapes.  We have enough storage for Brenda's 22 pairs of shoe's (yes I counted) and still enough space to ca