Many years later, I delivered another, different monohull, Hunter’s Child, with Luhrs from Florida to New England; we shared the same watch for over a week. Frankly, I was as intimidated by the guy as ever, but I grew very fond of his company. Luhrs, at least with me, was quiet and introspective, and didn’t speak unless he had something meaningful to say, or an idea he wished to explore. And, of course, he was an incredible sailor. It was a trip I’ll always be grateful for, especially because, at the time of his death, Hunter Marine was no longer his. So those were happier days.