My Dad bought a wooden boat when I was 14. I was (happy to cooperate) slave labor maintaining that boat: it was kept in San Francisco Bay and I put on my SCUBA

My Dad bought a wooden boat when I was 14. I was (happy to cooperate) slave labor maintaining that boat: it was kept in San Francisco Bay and I put on my SCUBA gear and cleaned the bottom every month, with my Dad I learned how to care for a wooden boat, etc. It was a 22 ton monster that we sailed often between SF Bay and Northern Mexico. I was fortunate that my Dad paid for all of my college expenses but I worked 20+ hours a week in summers maintaining that boat. When I graduated from college and got a job my Dad sold that boat within a month and replaced it with a Passport 40 which was made of fiberglass. So, the secret to owning a wooden boat is having a son who loves sailing and boat maintenance.