Looked at the sailboat yesterday.  It’s not for me.  I went down to the marina convinced this was the boat.  Arrived early and took in the location, it seemed perfect.  The marina showers where accessible, very big deal to me.  Nora made friends with a sea otter, it was hands down the coolest wild life experience of my trip.  The dog was out swimming in the harbor and a sea otter pops up 4 feet in front of her, both staring at each other.  Nora swims toward the otter as it dives under her.  She’s curious, sticks her head under water trying to find the otter.  Otter pops up behind her, slaps the water.  Nora flips around and swims right up to it, they bat at each other with paws and flippers.  The sea otter dives under her again, popping up behind her and making more noise, nora flips around it disappears again.  The game continued for a few minutes before the otter went back to eating barnacles from the bottom of a boat.  It was one of the rare moments I didn’t have access to my camera, if i did the animals meeting would have never happened.  The people at the marina were friendly, we talked and i enjoyed them.  It appeared like the right place for me, and I knew the boat would be right for me.  The environment was perfect, this had to be the place.   I saw the boat, it was definitely a project.  A 30′ cheoy lee sloop, a model I’ve liked for a long time.  The owner showed up, he was drunk.  I convinced myself he wasn’t, this was suppose to be my boat.  We climbed aboard, he showed me around.  Everything needed work, nothing was in working order.  The only solid part of the boat was the cabin, which is the one part of the boat I would be tearing apart anyways.  Still I used my mind to make this my boat, it had to be.  I’m tired of driving around, ready to have a steady place.  So what if the owner is drunk, that doesn’t mean he’s selling a bad boat.  I sat there for hours trying hard to convince myself that this was the boat.  The excuses and reasons piled, I left continuing my own mental persuasion.  I should of been the guy selling the boat, not only was I sober, but i did a great job of creating the ideal buyers picture.  Later that day I found a shower, it had been a while as usual.  Amazing how hot water can change your entire outlook on life.  I shut off the water and realized the boat wasn’t for me.  I had fallen in love with an idea advertised on craigslist.  I was ready to finish my adventures in the van and move onto something new.  Thank goodness I gave it a prayer before showing up that day.  I saw another ad on craigslist today.  This time a Pearson Triton 28′ Sloop.  I’ll let you know.