In navigation, a rhumb line (or loxodrome) is a line crossing all meridians of longitude at the same angle, i.e. a path derived from a defined initial bearing. That is, upon taking an initial bearing, one proceeds along the same bearing, without changing the direction as measured relative to true north.
In preparing for my upcoming voyage I seem to deviate from my rhumb line more often than not. I only have one mandatory project before setting out. I ran short of time in the boat yard and want to do an epoxy job on The` before heading out to warmer waters. She still has no built in water tank or stove. I would like an ice box but its not mandatory. More sails would be a dream. Lifelines are pretty important but haven’t kept me from sailing. Some form of auxiliary propulsion seems pretty necessary. Safety equipment, at least the basic coast guard required equipment sounds like a good idea. It would be nice if all of my lights worked and maybe a small solar panel to keep them burning. So many little things that add up.
The boat is coming along at a good pace despite so many setbacks. I have $1.68 in my checking account, 1 penny on the boat and $8.75 cents in quarters in my shower bag. I work on 100% commission and don’t have any pending deals. I should be worried that I haven’t paid my slip rent in two months but I don’t.
For everything I don’t have I work hard and never give up on finishing. What do I have? A dream, a boat that is paid for and ready enough to cruise locally. I have a warm dry bunk and a few weeks of food. More importantly I have my health, my youth, a strong determination and rock solid little boat. How many years have I dreamed about this reality that I now live. The voyage of The` started almost one year ago. On February 10th 2011 I received this letter. “Greetings, I have a FC for sale. She is on the hard in Long Beach, California. Easily movable as she rests on a newer triple-axel trailer. If you are interested please call or email for her story and details.”
I was wrapping up a heart breaking divorce an in the process of loosing everything that was dear to me. I never gave up, I put my nose to the grindstone and made my dreams my reality. I’m free, happy and every day the hard work and sacrifice is paying off.
I don’t sweat the small stuff. Every day the sun stays out just a little bit longer. Summer is coming.
A sacrifice is best refuted by accepting it.