I sold Candide. I have cash in hand now and she's a closed chapter in my life. They say the second happiest day of boat ownership is when you sell her, but I disagree. I wasn't ready to stop sailing, mentally, but just can't do it physically anymore. I found today to be extremely depressing, actually.
The only good thing is that now I don't have to run out and check the boat after a thunderstorm in case the cockpit flooded and the trailer tipped up. I also don't have to look out and see her, taunting me with "I'm here but you can't sail me anymore".
My life may look Hemingwayesque, but I'm a pretty normal guy. I put my pants on one leg at a time, too. Mainly, I just chafe at limits, especially limits beyond my control, and scheme on ways to get around them. Unfortunaltely, sailing offshore now would be suicidal, because the limits on the ocean are hard limits, not to be schemed to get around, and a mistake can kill you as well as the other people on the boat that you're responsible for, so this one couldn't be pushed.........................yet.
If I do any offshore stuff now, I'm gonna have to be a trawler guy instead of a canvasback. Sucks, too, because power boats arent as much fun of challenge. It all boils down to becoming a mathematical equation of fuel range vs distance you want to travel and can you replenish fuel stocks along the way? Under sail, the range is global and powered by the wind. Power is Physics and sail is romance, and I just lost a big chunk of freedom and romance in my life and I'm PISSED!