The tired cliche goes something like, as one chapter ends, another begins...
This time, however, out here on the Dock, we were still editing the previous chapter while writing the next chapter.
That chapter is, finally, complete.
Selling Whiskeyjack is a bittersweet experience. When SWMBO and I became her stewards, we purchased her with the goal of learning how to sail together, to figure out what we knew and learn what we didn't know, and then next year move up to a bigger boat.
That was in 2008.
She suited us so well that it took 6 years of boat searching to find a boat that suited us any better.
We wanted.. well, okay, we needed more space.
Or one fewer dog.
That was the only improvement we desired over our doughty tank, Whiskeyjack. Oh, and we had to stay on the Dock, so we couldn't go much longer than our Georgian 23's overall length.
Damn hard to find a boat that fits that bill.
We had to go to New Jersey to find one.
To be told later.
Whiskeyjack's new owner, Phil, is the kind of skipper she needs. He decided he wanted to sail, decided that going small, going simple and going now was the way to go, and he had his sights set on a Georgian 23, for all of the same reasons that drew SWMBO and I to the type: Big enough to be comfortable, small enough to be manageable, cheap enough to be affordable. He planned to sail on Lake Ontario, and wanted a boat that wouldn't cost a ton to move to a new home or to dock, and a boat that was cheap enough that, if he decided he didn't like this whole sailing thing, he wouldn't have a whole ton of cash invested. He dropped by a couple of weeks ago to take a look, liked what he saw, made us an offer that was fair, left a deposit, and left, with the plan of action being to 1. Find dockage in Hamilton or Burlington or Oakville, and 2. Arrange transport, and then 3. We'd finalize the deal when he had all of his plates spinning. He figured it might take until the end of the month.
So, we waited, fingers crossed, hoping that the deal wouldn't fall through.
The plates spun faster than expected.
On Friday night money exchanged hands, papers were signed, and Whiskeyjack motored off to her new home....
... Just down the Dock.
Phil liked the marina so much when he came to look at Whiskeyjack that he decided to keep her here for the rest of the season.
So, what is our new boat like?
First impression: She is worn, but not worn out.
So am I, so I'm okay with that.
She is in need of cosmetic improvement, her gelcoat is faded and shows some stress cracks, the woodwork is dull, but her bones are good. With the exception of the Dock pictures, the images that follow are pre-purchase photos- you get to see her as we first saw her.
She is tall. We joke that her freeboard is more like "Free Bird": It just goes on and on and on...
... note the stepstool on the Dock.
The center cockpit layout means that virtually every foot of length is utilized for accomodation. It also means that no one is ever going to describe an S2 8.0C as a "classic beauty."
We're good with that. We don't choose a boat based on how she looks, but on how she fits our needs.
The design is clever, but the feel is very different, since you are sitting on top of the boat, rather than IN the boat. but the visibility is fantastic. No need to stand up to see over the cabin, this boat is designed for seated sailing...
.... which is good, because the boom is low. Under sail, the boom is about four feet above the cockpit sole.
Underway, that bigass freeboard also means that she feels more tender than Whiskeyjack. When she heels, 15 degrees feels more like 25 degrees, because you are further out on the lever from the fulcrum. The cockpit is long but narrow, which is ideal for me and my stubby legs to brace against the aforementioned exaggerated heel.
The layout pushes the cockpit forward, so the mast is RIGHT THERE. No need to lead lines aft- the halyards and reefing lines are already at the cockpit.
The four step companionway ladder is steep, so as not to take up any more room in the cabin than necessary. Down below there is more than 6 feet of headroom in the center of the salon....
... and a stripper pole. Not really, but the compression post is in the very center of the salon.
It is a little, okay, a lot, like sailing your parents' basement rec room from the 70s- fabric covered walls, small windows, a pole in the middle... but, once you get past the dated aesthetics, the layout works well for us...
...and the Escheresque v-berth upholstery grows on you.
The v-berth itself is generous in size, with four large storage lockers underneath and a handy deep shelf above. The mirror is hinged, providing access to the anchor locker forward.
Ventilation is great- four opening ports, and a large hatch overhead help keep the air moving.
The galley runs down the port side of the salon, has adequate counter space and storage space, and a large toploading icebox.
As I mentioned, cosmetically she needs some help.
looking aft, on the port side is the "tunnel," the passage to the aft cabin:
The tunnel is also the nav station, with a small bench on the port side, and electrical panel and chart desk on the starboard side... and a pencil sharpener.