The Boat – The beginning.

Coronado 25

1966 Coronado 25 (Wesco) Hull ID# 167

While I found myself back in EMT school, another piece of my midlife revolution, one of the guys had told me about a marina in Marina Del Rey, CA going under construction and moving boats. Well this was the best ten dollars I have ever spent, but I’ll get to that in a minute.

So this marina held title to several boats that had to be moved prior to reconstruction. The marina didn’t want to have to pay to scrap the boats, which apparently isn’t that cheap, and for other reasons couldn’t just give them away for free. So the magic number was ten dollars.

I have this boat, now what… Well I’ll save you the long story of the specifics, but some friends were a huge help not just with a motor that I traded for a running motor, but a slip on a floating dock in Los Angeles harbor.

So a friend gave me an antique good looking Evinrude 5hp. I couldn’t get it to stay running and moving day was approaching. A little help from Ruben at Seamark, I was able to trade this pretty little engine for one that ran. Well at least it ran long enough. I had also picked up a Sears Gamefisher 3hp for the dinghy. Had to have a dinghy to get from land to my floating dock.


Ruben checked for seaworthiness and suggested replacing the thru-hulls. I am glad I made the decision to do it. I felt so much better that she wouldn’t sink. After finishing up with Seamark, I tried to leave Marina Del Rey, but turned back around. Perhaps I was somewhat nervous.

After a few failed attempts of leaving Marina Del Rey alone for the first time with my new to me sailboat, due to weather, fear, timing, etc, I got some help from Captain Fred. Captain Fred, does this kind of thing for a living and thankfully agreed to help out.

A photo of glass seas

After some cleaning and painting the deck, I have spilt coffee. Need cupholders.

It was a Saturday or Sunday morning in early February we met up in Wilmington in order to leave a car in order to get back to the other car left in Marina Del Rey. About 8am, Captain Fred leaves a voicemail notifying me of a Small Craft Advisory and wonders if we should postpone for a few hours. I’m not sure why I didn’t hear the phone ring, but once I realized I called him back to advise that I was there at the Chowder Barge and if he thought we should, we should. We ended up agreeing on continuing as planned in order to check out the boat beforehand.

Luckily by the time we were ready to head out, the seas were like glass. As calm as could be. We untied the lines and motored to Los Angeles Harbor. Everything was smooth up to that point. That weekend divers were searching for a missing plane and Angel’s Gate was closed to traffic. We decided on entering Queens Gate which is the next entrance south in the break wall. As we pulled in and checked the fuel. We decided to shutdown the engine in order refuel from a jerry can. Well I’m not sure what happened, but when I went to restart the outboard, the propeller didn’t spin when put into gear. Captain Fred pushed the tiller hard over and prepared the anchor. I went down below and brought up a tiny 3hp Sears Gamefisher. We installed the tiny outboard and proceeded up the back way through the Cerritos Channel.

The passage through the Cerritos Channel, we encountered a few minor problems The small 3hp outboard kept running out of gas, the tiller arm broke off and wanted to spin in circles, I had to hold the engine in place inside of the engine well… those types of annoyances, but just before dark, we finally made it into the slip.

Through those difficulties, Captain Fred really handled things well. It was a godsend having him along with me. He gave me a few tips and I returned him to his car in Marina Del Rey.

Stay tuned for more on the beginning of S/V Kara Marie.

Life is like sailing.

Life is like sailing
Life is like sailing

Here I am starting a new chapter in life. Most people would say that I’m smack dab in my midlife crisis. I call it a midlife revolution. I’m not sure how or where to start, but I’ll give it a shot. It seems like I’m that way with a lot of things right now. Willing to try my hand at new experiences. Not quite sure what will fit, but open to the possibilities.

Let’s start with sailing. I sailed some as a kid, but it was nothing like now. Sailing is the one thing in my life that is not connected with ego. It’s me in the purest form. It’s the closest I feel one with the universe. It’s me, the wind and the sea. Most of the time, I sail singlehanded. Pushing my comfort zone and learning the ropes. Getting myself out of jams. I’ve had my fair share of white knuckled moments. I’ve survived and I have learned.

Life really is like sailing. You can’t control the wind, but you can adjust your sails. I’m sure that is a quote from someone, but it really holds true. It’s not about what life brings you, but how you handle yourself in the situation. Sailing has taught me quite a few lessons that I am able to apply to life. No matter what is thrown at me, so far I have been able to get through it.

So you ask, why am I here? As in what is the purpose of this site? I’m still trying to figure that out. I’m trying my hand at new experiences and this one of them. Stay tuned…