A friend had a Kenner Privateer, ketch rigged, and kept her on Lake Texhoma, in the panhandle region of Texas and Oklahoma. She had found my boat, in poor condition, and so a group of us found a trailer/truck and returned with my new boat. It took lots of work to get her looking good. I never really named her, but called her the Kittiwake, which was perfect.
I sailed on Canyon Lake north of San Antonio and had a nice little slip for her. Every weekend I was on board and loved it. A real boat with a cabin and bunks that would cradle you to sleep. After I gained some strength in my sea legs, I took to sailing at night with those clear Texas skies. I could sail down past the marina and singlehandedly pick up a mooring buoy in the dark and spend the night. I felt like Joshua Slocum or Triston Jones. I dreamed on those starry, starry nights, that maybe one day, I would have a big enough boat to sail the oceans blue. My best friend had found another Kittiwake and we sat side by side and we really had lots of fun. Back in those days, I dreamed of cruising somewhere, anywhere. I wanted to roam on a boat.