| It was a different time when Robert Manry set out to cross the 
                Atlantic in a 13.5 foot boat. In 1965 the world seemed consumed 
                by Vietnam. Manry was just another young father trying to raise 
                a family and earn a living. He was a copy editor of a good size 
                newspaper. He had no expectation of fame or financial reward. 
                Even the idea of writing a book seemed no more than a secondary 
                thought. His goal didn't even seem clear to him. He had bought a small 
                boat to go on day trips with his family. Like many of us, he seemed 
                to enjoy working on the boat even more. He took the modest little 
                day sailer and added a small cabin, cleaned it up, and added some 
                paint.  Seemingly out of the blue a friend asks Manry if he wants to 
                sail across the Atlantic with him in a 25 foot sloop. The offer 
                was made mostly in jest, but it wasn't seen that way by Manry. 
                Although it seemed outside his nature, it had been a dream of 
                his for almost 30 years. Manry immediatly set to work on making 
                the dream come true. He was even granted time off from work. His 
                friends thought him a bit daft, but for some reason the idea seemed 
                plausible to many. Some even said they wished the could go along. 
               
 But within weeks he was alone. His trip had fallen through and 
                his crowd of would be sailors suddenly had others things to do. 
                For Manry the dream had gone too far. Or perhaps he thought of 
                some of his neighbors who had thought him a silly dreamer. He 
                still wanted to go. He knew it would be an adventure, but it is 
                clear he had no idea what he faced. Without telling anyone but 
                his wife and children he set about making plans to take their 
                little family sailboat across the Atlantic alone. The boat was a poor choice for his mission. In addition to being 
                too small, it's entire design was for a pleasant afternoon on 
                the lake. Even with his modest cabin addition, the boat had no 
                business on open waters. The hull wasn't deep enough... or wide 
                enough... or strong enough. The cockpit was almost an open shelf 
                offering little protection from the wind or the waves. There really 
                wasn't enough room for provisions for the long journey ahead. 
                His ignorance created calm, if not exactly bliss. During his voyage he was remarkably lucky. What I find so enjoyable 
                about this book is not the blatant bravery or the remarkable hardships. 
                It is Manry's simple old fashioned charm and enthusiasm. You get 
                the feeling of sitting in his living room, his wife bringing snacks 
                on the TV tray while the kids watch the latest episode of My Three 
                Sons across the room. There is no bravado. His world is filled 
                with people who want the best for him, and he wishes the best 
                for them. Nature is not put on a pedestal, nor is there a battle 
                of man versus nature. It's just a bloody nice trip. Sure his rudder 
                broke... yes there were some 20 foot seas... and yes he did get 
                knocked overboard a few times. But they seem mere footnotes to 
                his constant enthusiasm and belief that he will make it. There is no sex. There are no fights. There is no doubt. Manry 
                makes it, and we are there cheering for him as he pulls into harbor 
                surrounded by the press of the World and thousands of well wishers. 
                The reception a total shock to Manry. The book is something of a window into the past. It's writing 
                style more akin to the Wind in the Willows than The Perfect Storm. 
                As I finished the book I wished Manry was still alive for I had 
                many questions. He seemed such an unlikely person to sail a boat 
                across an ocean. He didn't have that driving wanderlust or fear 
                of commitment that seems to drive so many others. What did he 
                do next? Was this the first in a series of adventures, or did 
                he settle down to a life of family and work? Why did he do it? 
 The book is long out of print, but it should be available through 
                used book stores and online outlets such as ABE and half.com. As a side note there are now plans available for the boat Manry 
                used.  https://www.angelfire.com/ks/diyplans/tinkerbelle2.html 
 
                Editors note:  Bryan Lowe bulit an Escargot.  
                  He cruises it in the Pacific Northwest, and makes occasional 
                  contributions to Duckworks Magazine. You can visit his website 
                  at: https://classics.nu/boat/ |