Strictly Sail Pacific
We have met more people that I would call friends, even though they are mere acquaintances, in the short weekends of the boat shows and cruisers parties, than we have in 15 years of living in Medford, Oregon as a C.L.O.D (cruiser living on dirt). People who dare to dream, who aren't as concerned about being defined by our possessions, and who refuse to be the ones who look back from there death bed and say "I sure wish I would have ...". You don't see too many people that at that point say, "I sure wish I would have worked more", but a small percentage do have the desire or courage to break the trend, and live outside the box.
But wait ..., don't think for a minute that the boat show is not also drooling, fondling, fiddling with, and just plain messing around with all things sailboats! You just gotta love it! Dreams just fill the air. And here is where a transition is beginning. Where we once were attending the boat shows just for kicks, and to see all the cool stuff available, not to mention reassure ourselves that we are not the only whack jobs out there willing to get rid of all their worldly possessions, and throw caution to the wind. But we are now at a point in our own plans to begin researching the gear and equipment we will be outfitting our own ocean going vessel with, to carry us safely to distant shores, and that is the stuff our dreams are truly made of.