The bottles are all neatly lined up on the shelf in the recesses of my mind, tucked away and categorically organized. I stepped into The` yesterday and as the boat rocked one of the bottles fell off the shelf and shattered.
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The contents spilled everywhere and I could smell that old familiar smell of the Roo. I laid down in my bunk, closed my eyes and was flooded the sights sounds and memories of my dream boat, the one that sailed away. When I sold her I was so upset I couldn’t even pack her up and had to have a friend do it for me. The Roo was perfect in every way and near completion but she was never meant for me. I loved her as long as she lasted but like a beautiful sunset she disappeared beyond the horizon never to be seen again. I cleaned up the broken glass, found a new bottle and quietly filled it and placed it back on the shelf.
I love restoring old boats as much as I love sailing them and the little setbacks are nothing but that, little setbacks. Sunday was by far the most beautiful day of the year and a perfect day for a solo sail on the bay. I was digging out The`s head sails when I noticed that they were soaking wet and covered with mold. I had just been out a few weeks ago and know I stored them dry. A little investigating and I found one of my water jugs had a leak, I dug out the whole locker and investigated the carnage, oak slats swullen and deformed, mold everywhere in was quite disappointing and frustrating as it set in that Sunday would be a day of hard work, not sailing.
One of the reasons I own such a small boat is that I know that I can handle every project myself so I added this one to the list. By the end of the day I had things back in control and it will only cost me a few bucks to get everything back to normal. My sails needed a good cleaning anyways so this has topped my list.
I laid down exhausted at the end of the day and laughed, there is no such thing as a finished boat just as there is no such thing as finish coat of varnish, we will always add another. As with anything a boat is a constant sacrifice and like the sea if you turn your back on her for one single second she will get you.
It felt good to be in such a clean and organized boat and to top it off I found one last can of skin on salmon for Chloe, tonight would be a night to celebrate in our perfect little home. I looked around her cabin and surveyed every inch, her imperfections are what make her so perfect, Like a woman she needs constant patience, love, and attention.
It hit me that I have been spending too much time focused on the destination, life is about the journey, the destination is the end. Like this set of pictures The` started out as nothing more than a simple sound foundation , in less than a year she has transformed into a beautiful little base to work from. Each little project completed will make her a bit safer, a bit more comfortable, and a bit more fun to play on. everything that happens in-between is the Journey.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”