Christy grew up in a small town in CT called Old Lyme. That's right. Lyme as in lyme disease. She's quite proud of that connection. She landed at Carnegie Mellon for college and studied her butt off to learn all about a subject she would never use again. Chemical Engineering. From there leaped to Cleveland to work for GE Lighting and started her racing career aboard Whitehawk, a J35 on Lake Erie. Sailing was in her blood, but she wasn't addicted until she started trimming spinaker for the Cleveland crew and got the adrenaline rush of a real start line. She left Cleveland to head out on an around-the-world trip, after which she landed in Wisconsin for her first consulting gig. 2 winters in Wisconsin was decidedly enough and she went in search of both mountains and water, which led her to Seattle.
Some little known facts about Christy:
- She can kick your ass in Leg Wrestling.
- She's friends with everyone she's ever met. Ever.
- If you don't like the way a sailboat leans over in high winds, she'll call you a pussy.
- She loves Cleveland AND Wisconsin. (I know, right?)
- She cooks a mean flapjack.
Jason was raised in the land-locked redneck bastion of Helena, MT.
After a brief, expensive and ultimately unsuccessful stint at college, Jason launched into a wildly successful career as Office Boy in a mental health clinic. He soon discovered that computers will do the grunt work for you if you'd only tell them how. Eschewing the high glamour life of Office Boy, he threw himself into a knee-high stack of programming books and emerged the other side a Software "Engineer". Ever since, he's cultivated a love/hate relationship with all thing binary.
In the summer of 2007, Jason concocted an inspired scheme to quit his job, go back to school, sell his house and live on sailboat. If only he knew how to sail. Or had even been on sailboat. Even once. Again, he armed himself with a knee-high stack of books and tackled the nautical arts head on. Now he can tie knots, pronounce leeward correctly and drink rum. However, on occasion he still has to ask Christy what the yarn thingies on the sails mean.
Some little known facts about Jason:
- He starting going bald at 20. (Sorry ladies, he's taken!)
- He likes his beer opaque. If you can read a newspaper through a glass of beer, it's not really beer, now is it?
- He's scared of heights.
- He used to have a mullet.
- Monkey, pants, and arugula are just a few of the words Jason finds hysterical.
Christy & Jason
After spectacularly bad days at work, Jason stopped by a bookstore and picked up a laminated map of the world and a package of dry erase markers. Christy mixed up a couple of healthy gin and tonics and they both laid on the floor planning the Work Sucks Tour aboard the sailing vessel No Tan Lines. Exotic islands with faintly recognizable names and far away coasts were circled. Routes were plotted, indifferent to geographies or prevailing winds. Dry erase ink spidered across the map as the level in the Tanqueray bottle dropped.
"We should go to Christmas Island!"
"While we're there, we might as well go to Easter Island. They can't be that far apart, right?"
What started as blowing off steam started to grow legs. Over a short period of time, our conversations steered away from "Wouldn't it be great?" and became "How do we pull this off?". Dreams quickly begat plans. Plans begat spreadsheets. Spreadsheets begat a boat search. Our boat search begat a Caliber 40 sailboat named s/v Hello World
. And now we're out "there".
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Questions we get all the time. Why on earth are you guys living on a boat? How do you get food? Why doesn't Jason have any pants on?