Congrats on both sides of that story, Marko. I really enjoy sailing and those 30 years you had are golden. I always wanted a boat that size for the hull speed and amenities, seaworthiness.
My first sailing experience i was 17 and my brother and friend had rented a 34' boat out of Shilshole Marina in Seattle, and he invited me to go with them on spring break. My brother was not the experienced sailor, Marty was.
Our Spanish club had done a play at Wenatchee that Friday, and I got special permission to drive my own car there, and then across Stevens Pass to Anacortes. I got on the state ferry there with my duffel bag, and got off at Friday Harbor and waited on the dock for them. I think back that this was all pre-arranged and decades before mobile phones.
Friday Harbor is a sheltered rocky inlet to a nice cove, and here come 3 or 4 sailboats around the head and in. One by one they start dropping sail and firing up motors to come to the dock, save one boat.
They are all out with a nice breeze and the captain has a sheet in each hand and a foot on the tiller. There was exactly one berth on the outside of the transient dock, and he was making for it!
I'm there with all these other spring break boaters, and they start to watch this sailboat heading at the dock.
They get close and I recognized my brother, who was just standing by with a fenders and a line for the dock and doing what he was told. Marty drops sail, kicks the tiller over at the perfect time and my brother steps off and ties off the boat.
The crowd cheers and claps in appreciation, and I put my duffel on the deck. I had never even stood next to a sailboat before and I got hooked.