Sailors are sometimes referred to as ‘salty’. It basically means the person is gruff, or abrupt, as opposed to polite and pleasant. I am fascinated by the number of salty captains that exist in the world. Honestly I think 4 out of every 5 I meet are salty. Now, to be fair, if a boat I was on was in some kind of peril, I would be happy to have 9 out of 10 of them helping me resolve issues, because of their competence, but when someone is trying to hire one of these ‘salty’ captains, and their demeanor seems to imply that the customer is wasting their time it’s awkward at best.

Of course if that customer goes on to the next captain and he/she treats them the same, by the time they get to the 4th one, they will probably hire them based on their competency, and just wish they weren’t so salty!

I take a customers first approach. I want you to be WOWed by your experience from the moment you first contact me until the job is done, and I have plenty of testimonials to back that up! (and I am very competent and very safe)

I learned to sail when I was 14 at Boy Scout summer camp. I had already conquered all of the other water sports (canoeing, rowing, swimming, lifesaving & waterskiing), but sailing initially looked complicated to me, so I saved it for last. We had little single-sail wooden El Toros, barely big enough for 2 boys. They weren’t fast at all and as part of our training, we had to capsize it… LOL. After you capsized it, you could turn it right side up, but then you were basically in a floating wooden bathtub, and you had to row that back to shore. It was a good lesson, but it was a lot of work.

Well, I passed the Small Boat Sailing merit badge easily and looked forward to the following summer, when I would get another week of sailing. I loved it so much, the following summer (now 16) I applied for and was hired as waterfront staff for the camp, teaching the skills I had learned in previous summers and sailing all summer long.

While we were setting up camp before any campers arrived, the Waterfront Director announced that the camp had received a gift… 5 new 14′ Lasers… we were SO excited. Now this “Camp Winton” was on Lower Bear River Reservoir, about an hour and forty-five minutes south of Lake Tahoe, and it was the classic boy’s camp on one side of the lake with a girl’s camp on the other, like in so many of the movies when I was growing up. Now the El Toros were fun, when they were the only boats we had, but imagine you had a crappy old pinto with a wobbly wheel, and now you have a Porsche! So, with the girls on the other side of the lake to show off to, we spent our weekends racing each other. These boats could turtle (turn completely upside-down), then we would right them, and sail away… all of the water flowing out of the boat as we picked up speed! We were so impressed by this ability compared to our previous boats, that we created races that included that skill. We would sail out past a buoy, kind of close to the other side of the lake so we could impress our future wives, turtle the laser, right it, race around another buoy, then to the finish buoy! I was so excited about sailing I bought one of the El Toros from the camp and took it back home with me.  Ironically, it mostly sat, because I spent the next 2 summers at that camp racing lasers whenever I could and as close to the girl’s dock as we would dare. The next summer I left the El Toro behind at my parent’s house and moved to the Bay area where I got a real job and a part-time job teaching sailing at a little lake in Mountain View. I didn’t live in the Bay area too long, and eventually moved to L.A. After moving from apartment to apartment, I found a 16′ Hobie catamaran I wanted to own so I rented a house with a 2 car garage so I could store the cat!

About 5 years later I would move to Las Vegas and take the cat with me… but my new wife would not let the Hobie live in our garage and the Las Vegas sun is not kind to fiberglass, so I sold her.

I continued to try to sail when I could and slowly, for me, racing small boats gave way to relaxing on larger boats.

Several years passed and I bought a 28′ Columbia in Long Beach with the intent to dock it and use it in the San Diego Harbor. This was my first ‘delivery’ I guess you could say. I’ll admit a few things went wrong… but that is how you learn. We got her down to SD and I would travel from LV monthly to spend time on her. I didn’t race anymore, I had no where I wanted to be, other than on the water, sailing.

After awhile I bought a 24′ Seawind Catamaran in Newport Beach, which was really fast, and I delivered that to San Diego.

It wasn’t long until I remembered I was just not interested in racing, so I sold the Seawind and got a 42′ Hunter. All the while, I was learning more and more about sailing, (on various vessels, not just mine) and all the things that went with it and working towards my Captain’s license.

Shortly after obtaining my USCG Master 50-Ton, I got a 46′ Hunter.

I think sailing vessels are very special. Whether you are aboard one I am playing tour guide on, as we enjoy a leisurely day on the bay, or I am delivering your prized possession from one port to another, you should know that I am passionate about the vessel I am on, and I promise to treat her, all passengers and cargo, with love.