Hey everyone, welcome to the very first episode of Sailing Genie!
This is the beginning of something big — a complete restoration of a classic sailboat.
And the story of how I got here? It’s wild.
Before we jump into cutting, grinding, and rebuilding, let me take you back to where it all started — the real beginning.
It all started with a name: Genie.
There were three of them. My grandfather’s boats — Genie I and Genie II — were sleek Bavaria yachts based in Latisana, Italy. Both named after my grandmother.
He was an avid sailor who loved working with his hands.
But Genie III… that’s where the story really begins.
A 1974 Pearson P36, bought in 1991 at John Wayne Marina in Sequim, WA.
She was the first true cruising boat.
He owned her until ’96, when he had to sell due to terminal brain cancer.
The boat ended up at Shilshole Bay Marina, just north of Seattle.
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I was born and raised in a log cabin on the outskirts of a small town in the Rocky Mountains of western Canada
By small town, I mean it had a bar, hotel, gas station, post office and less than 30 residents. My family grew, raised and hunted most of our own food. My childhood was materially simplistic but experientially diverse.
Being homeschooled gave us the freedom to prioritize travel and learning through experience. My curiosity for the world was sparked by my mom’s National Geographic collection and the 1999-2000 New Year’s broadcast across every timezone. However, it took years before this curiosity evolved into a life-defining decision.
Though we lived far from the ocean, my dad instilled navigational skills and a love for adventure on land, which later translated to the sea. At 16, I earned a scholarship to a boarding school near Philadelphia, where I finished high school and took a few college courses. I later enrolled in a small architecture school near Atlanta—where I met Kika…

I was born and raised in a log cabin on the outskirts of a small town in the Rocky Mountains of western Canada
By small town, I mean it had a bar, hotel, gas station, post office and less than 30 residents. My family grew, raised and hunted most of our own food. My childhood was materially simplistic but experientially diverse.
Being homeschooled gave us the freedom to prioritize travel and learning through experience. My curiosity for the world was sparked by my mom’s National Geographic collection and the 1999-2000 New Year’s broadcast across every timezone. However, it took years before this curiosity evolved into a life-defining decision.
Though we lived far from the ocean, my dad instilled navigational skills and a love for adventure on land, which later translated to the sea. At 16, I earned a scholarship to a boarding school near Philadelphia, where I finished high school and took a few college courses. I later enrolled in a small architecture school near Atlanta—where I met Kika…