Nov 18 2006
God says, “Not This Boat!!”
Phil the Philosophical found us a boat. A lovely boat. Her name is Rum Line, she’s a 45′ Cassamance by Fountaine Pajot. When Phil talks about her, his voice lifts. I am sold on that fact alone. Jason is fascinated by her lines, her reported sailing ability.
The only bummer is, she’s in North Carolina. And that’s a long way from California, friends. A long, expensive way, whether we ship her or sail her, that location is going to add around $30K to the price. Ugh.
But Jason and Phil are on fire. We do the paperwork, submit the offer.
I‘m taking a Coastal Navigation class that meets on Wednesdays. The plan is, submit the offer, catch a red-eye out of San Francisco after class, and start checking out the boat on Thursday morning. We are pleased with how it all seems to be pulling together.
We got a sad, sad call from Phil; Rum Line’s broker was stacking offers, the boat was already sold. It feels kinda like a punch in the gut, but we figure, these things happen for a reason, right?
Right. Because this is what happened in North Carolina the morning we would have been there to look at the boat.
God says, “Not this boat.”