Robert was a most genuine man. You'll not search far through the archives of sailnet without finding one of his posts gently chiding someone that yes, it can be done, I've done it. He didn't comment much on the GPS threads and such because he didn't own a GPS and wasn't real sure he was going to get one. You could always imagine a bit of an unseen twinkle in his eye as he concluded some of his posts, especially in the threads where it was a "given" that you needed a 40' boat and every electronic device known to man to cross an ocean safely.
He was slow to anger being very careful in these parts to make absolutely sure he had a reason to be angry, and then, he didn't stay angry for long. He was quixotic in his posting; he might not comment at all in a thread that one would presume he had an abiding interest in and yet he'd pop up in a learning to sail thread with the neatest idea or anecdote as well as an encouragement to keep learning. I think he wrote somewhere that none of us are born as seamen and that we all have to learn it anew. He was a great help in that quest for many.
He was an encourager of the young to pursue their ocean-crossing dreams. Many times he'd make a short post offering his view that they'd be best served by going small and going now. Like his advise, he went while young and instead of a life spent dreaming, he regaled us with a life lived.
We last corresponded at the holiday time and I'm glad that part of that correspondence was to tell him how much his posts here meant to me and others. I just somehow have a notion that God had some rigging issues, wanted someone who could make a proper splice with none of those fancy modern clamp things, and Robert decided he'd at least be willing to show him how until he got the hang of it himself. No doubt he had other plans himself, but he never seemed to let those plans stop him from taking the time with someone else who could benefit from his knowledge. RIP, Robert Ganier and, "all the best".
“Scientists are people who build the Brooklyn Bridge and then buy it.”
Wm. F. Buckley, Jr.