Everyone is a hunter of some sort, whether it be for wild game, love, cheap thrills or hidden treasures. Some hunting seasons last a few days, weeks or months. Its never recommended to hunt by yourself, so I asked two people to help me: Mark Miner and Chuck Monark. My 16-month season started in January of 2014 with a 41′ Canoe Cove, named Reality Cheque. Not knowing what to look for in a boat, I could only focus on the 1970’s pink head. Everyone kept bringing me back to the leaking ports, but I was convinced that as long as I could replace that head, everything would be fine. Several sleepless nights later, I finally determined that I could live with the head and went forward with the sea trial. The engines were turned over and billowing smoke filled the harbor. Once cleared, Mark, Chuck and I took off down the channel only to lose steering just inside the entrance of the harbor. Needless to say, I had my own reality check.
I immediately realized I had a lot to learn and immersed myself into yachtworld.com.. I knew I wanted a trawler, but then I found tugs, hundreds of tugs. Chuck and I headed off to the Pacific Northwest to scout out the Lord Nelson Victory Tug (37′ and 41′), gander at the Ranger and the Nordic as well as the CHB, and Grand Banks trawlers. Well, we went back to the PNW three times to check out the Lord Nelson and four times for the Grand Banks. Three sea trials and two survey’s later I had found what I thought was the perfect boat; a 42′ Grand Banks, named Blue Moon. When it came down to the final hour, the buyer wouldn’t budge on the repair allowance so we had to say “no”. Emotionally drained, I took at least a month off of hunting. In despair, I took a run at a 42′ Hatteras in the Bay Area in hopes of bringing my season to a close. After going through the sea trial and survey, we found out that this would be more of a project before it became a home.
In the midst of all that, Mark had his eye on a Grand Banks 42 out of Portland Oregon. After numerous discussions, he finally convinced Chuck and I that it was worth going to Oregon to take a look at her. M/V Spirit was beautifully kept in a boat shed for 20 years, teak decks meticulous, engine room immaculate and an owner that was in in love with her. We did a short sea trial, haul out for the props and within a month she was mine. Since I had to work, Chuck, my Mother, and two good friends, Les and Danny brought her down the coast.
I have been living aboard her since July and just couldn’t be happier. She’s roomy, tons of storage, center line queen bed in the master state room, low engine hours, new canvas, with a fairly new dinghy and electric davit system. The instruments are up to date; she purrs like a kitten and sips fuel. The hunt is over and I haven’t look or even peaked at yachtworld in months.
M/V Spirit is now called M/V Irene, which means Peace and is also the name of my late Grandmother, Irene Louise Lindvall. Big thanks to Mark and Chuck who made this possible and all my family and friends who went on the emotional roller coaster rides with me.