No bout adout it. If I had about fifty million dollars in the bank, I’d find somewhere near San Diego by the sea, and I’d walk among the waves every day, even if it were raining, as long as it wasn’t too severe.
It has but one problem. In order to afford it, I would have to tie my rowboat to the dock, put my bed in one place, and the fridge in another. I’d need to use a public BBQ for cooking.
Along the coastline stretching from the Mexican border to Camp Pendleton, numerous large boats crowd the marinas, creating a challenging landscape for boat owners. Despite having substantial financial resources, securing a suitable mooring spot remains a complex endeavor, highlighting the competitive nature of maritime real estate in this region.
Ironically, these lavish vessels seldom venture beyond the harbor’s protective barrier, with hired crews inhabiting their decks far more frequently than their affluent owners.
Squandering prime coastal real estate and perfect meteorological conditions feels like a missed opportunity. In retrospect, pursuing a maritime career during my younger years might have offered an escape from mundane routines, allowing me to embrace the sea’s allure without the need of immense wealth.
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