Furthur was the name of the bus that hippy icon Ken Kesey bought in 1964. The bus was driven by the muse to all the great artists of the era, Neal Cassidy. Hence I call my auto pilot Neal. The Merry Pranksters along with Ken took the bus across the country in a psychedelic jaunt that set the stage for many adventures for many years, mine is one of them.
Here is more information, one correction is that the name was first painted as Furthur then changed, hence the recognition of the miss spelling. Zane Kesey once said it was the most talked about wrong spelling of our time. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Further_%28bus%29
With a lifelong affection for all things beatnik and hippy I read “Electric Kool Aid Acid Test” by Tom Wolf as a youngster, along with “On the Road” and “The Dharma Bums” by Jack Kerouac. I longed for adventure and traveling with a close knit group of people not bound by the accepted norms. My first vehicle was a panel truck which we painted up a bit and traveled the local area in as a group of “long hairs”.
The freedom and dreams of my youth soon passed into the adult world of business. I did keep my need for independence and uniqueness, always a bit quirky as my Mom would say. I was usually self employed and I lived aboard boats most of my life.
The dream of world cruising was planted early and I cultivated friends in the cruising world as fast as I could. I knew someday I would cast off the lines for good. I also knew I would have “the boat” to do it in and I knew what that boat should be named, Furthur. I kept that name in my head for many years.
So when my Selene 48 was delivered and I knew she could go further than any boat I had owned, the name was a natural.
The bus and Kesey had strong ties to The Grateful Dead, a band I have been a loyal fan of for decades. So the graphics had to include Deadhead hints. The Bears are a symbol originated by sound engineer and chemist extraordinaire, Owsley. The hand print with the finger missing is the right hand of Jerry Garcia. The steal your face emblem in the O of Harbor is another dead label originally used to ID equipment at festivals.
Furthur is living up her name, we have gone further than most boats ever will, and we are going further yet. When things get rough and things break we always keep going further.
Well educated and very intelligent she has strong convictions and an inquiring mind. We had many an intricate discussion on complicated issues, always keeping respect and love even when we strongly disagreed.
It did not take long for Marina to thoroughly reorganize the galley and keep good records. All this with the real bonus, she is an excellent cook. We all love food; each culture has its identifying foods and a passion for them. No one loves food like the Germans! I watched the utter joy as my German friends talk about Schnitzel and sausage and sauerkraut. Marina is no different. I was the beneficiary of her love of food for two months.
If there is one thing Marina loves more than food it is diving. She soon became a great dive partner, always eager to “get wet”.
Then came Amy. Amy had all options it takes to become a real spoiled brat, a true prima donna, a Canadian Paris Hilton. She chose not to be. Born of privilege, a loving, supporting and huge family and stunning beauty it would have been so easy for her to take the easy path. She chose not to.
Amy took to life on Furthur instantly; she too learned the ropes fast and enjoyed doing so. There was nothing she did not want to learn; OK we are still working on the bowline knot, hahaha. In no time I knew I had a good reliable crew and could relax. This was about the time we set out on a 1500 mile trip to Borneo. It is easy to love the cruising life in Thailand, all party, short hops and easy going. Crossing four countries is another story. Both Amy and Marina loved it, loved the night watches the long days and the unknown.