There’s always a reason not to go cruising. The boat’s not ready. The budget’s too tight. You’ve got a job to think about, or a kid who still naps twice a day. There’s always something. There are a thousand reasons not to go, and only one reason to go… The Dream.
I’ve been sailing with Frank for a dozen years. In that time, we’ve cruised in many parts of the world together and he’s brought various family members along, but never the whole clan, not until now. The Tahiti trip formed around the perfect vortex of graduations, birthdays, engagements, and so forth, so the tribe tapped into the Bank of Dad and converged on paradise.
For one thing, there’s the immensity of the spectacle. There are tens of thousands of people exploring over 175 boats and 500 exhibitors connected by two miles of floating docks. For a few days each year, Annapolis is transformed into a reunion of sailors from around the world.
