It's a deal we made when we first got Safari
. Larry dives under the boat. I go up the mast. He hates heights and I'd rather be on the water than in the water.
Don't think that I'm not afraid of heights too. In fact, in my mind, going up the mast comes only slightly ahead of paying a visit to the dentist. But one of us has to do it, and for me it beats looking over my shoulder for that shark I always figure is going to be lurking-kind of the lesser of two evils.
So, how does someone who really doesn't want to go up the mast do it and feel OK about it? Well, first I choose the deluxe model bosun's chair. That's the one with lots of padding, handy pockets and nice wide straps. No bare wooden plank tied with two bits of skin-chewing line for me. If I have to go up there, at least I'm going to be comfortable.