"If a man is to be obsessed by something, I suppose a boat is as good as anything, perhaps a bit better than most"
- E. B. White
I took these pictures near the end of the 2003 season. I like them; they show the Maria Jane as she really is, a single guy's 28-year old sailboat. By the end of the season my boat is clean but cluttered.
When I look at these pictures I remember what it's like to stand on the deck with the boat rocking underneath my feet on a warm cloudy afternoon in September and I get spring fever.
At the bow, looking at the mooring and anchor chain.
The top hatch leading into the bedroom. The solar-powered vent provides a nice breeze.
The completely redone vberth; it's actually comfortable now!
One of the single most important pieces of equipment onboard.
My solution to storing the drawboards.
Looking aft at the mast
The gooseneck and boom. By the end of the season the halyards have scuffed up the mast.
Reefing cleat on the boom, paint worn off after a long season.
The port side of the main cabin. The table converts to a bed.
The starboard side of the main cabin. This is where I normally sleep. Yes, I'm a slob.
The view from the galley table.
Looking aft towards the cockpit.
Starboard cleat and furling line.
Starboard winch.
HAL the trusty autopilot.
Looking aft past the topping lift towards the bird sanctuary.
The Mariner 4 stroke, aka the 'Iron Wind'
The Pearson 26 has a nice alcove for the fuel tank. 3 gallons will allow me to motor for at LEAST 6 hours.
Looking towards the stern from the top deck.