@CWOTUS Not sure what you mean by nominal taxes, but, buddy, I’m sure I’ve paid them. I pay a tax every year, based on the price I paid for my vessel, to keep that number on my bow. I pay even more while stateside if I live aboard. I pay a fee everytime I enter an official foreign Port of Entry, which I must do upon initial entry into any foriegn country or risk time in a foregn jail. I pay every time I hoist the yellow Q, even when I re-enter my own country. I pay three types of insurance with enormous surcharges to protect my vessel, other vessels my vessel may damage, and to protect the people aboard my vessel. I paid taxes on my earnings for 43 years in the US and abroad. Hidden in the insurance surcharges, docking fees, entry fees, and other taxes are plenty of funds bled off for maritime exigencies.
This isn’t even counting the income and property taxes I’ve paid throughout my life to support our huge US military budget which includes the US Coast Guard. And not to mention the costs buried in the price I paid for my vessel’s saltwater-activated EPIRBs and the smaller EPIRBs you will find on every lifejacket on board, and the fees to keep them online. Then there are the surcharges on docking fees, charges imbedded into fuel taxes, radio and radar equipment, and the fees and surcharges on wastewater disposal, and power to the dock. Even so, if I ever require the USCG to save me or my vessel out at sea, I will get a bill and it will be enormous. A low altitude, 45-mile emergency USCG SAR chopper flight from off the coast of Cedar Key, Florida to nearby Shands Hospital in the case of the bends will cost anyone around ten grand last I checked. And they’re very democratic about it: they’ll send the bill to anybody who requires the service. Good insurance policies cover this. This isn’t some sweet little freshwater pond near Saratoga, NY., or central Florida, CWOTUS. This is bluewater sailing. We fucking pay, buddy. We pay through the goddamned nose. You ought to park that dinghy and try it sometime.
Most of the people who screw up and end up requiring these services are uninsured tyros, weekenders, amateurs who don’t spend enough time on the water to gain the experience to sail it safely, or they don’t take the dangers of sailing seriously, or they are just tourists momentarily liberated from the social controls of their own stomping grounds, or just plain idiots who think mixing alcohol and saltwater is somehow cool. Just ask any USCG SAR team member. These people crowd the waters on the weekends and major holidays—the 4th of July weekend being the absolute worst time to be in American waters. These are the average citizen and they really need these services, believe me. Next comes commercial fisherman who are also taxed to death. Even I wouldn’t broach this subject with them the way you have here. I like having front teeth.
I’m a romantic, in love with the craft, the art, the tradition and history of sailing. It feeds something in me to live my life seriously like this, meaningfully, among elements that cannot be bargained with, on an eggshell of a vessel in a vast, blue, tempermental sea. But most of all, I’m really fucking lucky. I’ve known the best sailors to get into trouble. It happens. And they pay dearly. There are no free rides out here.
I never had children, but I never complained about paying the millage on my home in order that the children in my society would get a crack at an education. I don’t complain about the taxes I paid most of my working life that went toward nuclear proliferation because I knew there wasn’t a goddamned thing I could do about it. And, even though I really despise many of the people who make the waters on the weekends nearly unnavigable through their lack of knowledge and willful ignorance, I don’t want to see them or their families drown because of their bottomless stupidity.
To answer the question posed here, I agree with everything @janbb has said: There is no way I’d ever make that trip with those kids aboard if I didn’t absolutely have to. The infant wouldn’t profit at all from the experience and neither would the toddler on a vessel that size. I would have to dedicate two crew to the infant’s 24-hr care, one being the mother who would no longer be available to work above decks and share in handling the vessel. The toddler would also require 24hr supervision and when above decks would be harnessed and on a leash. That kid would never want to get near the water ever again after that, but they both would probably arrive alive. It would be a pain in the ass for everybody and for what? Ahat would the kids get out of it? Best wait till the youngest is at least a mature seven or eight, then I might think about it.