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The power struggle continues, the rain continues, the stinking wet continues.  Its so damp and dank in here that even my soul is wet.  I need to take a lesson form Chloe because the little things never get to her.  She is infinitely happy, patient, content, and lives completely in the moment.

Art work by Kelly Nelson www.swellyroo.com

The entire process of one step forward and two steps back may get some people down but on a positive note I have taken 100 steps forward.  Through the process of elimination I have literally touched and inspected every inch of this boat inside and out.  I know her like the back of my hand, and its a good feeling to be so in tune this this little ship.  We have made a blood pact, I am patient with er flaws and take care of her, and in return she is patient with my flaws and takes care of me.  I have been building for so long I am literally going to have to learn to sail all over again.

The first steps of laying up what will someday be my new 14′ sculling oar.  My friend Mathew is temporarily land locked while we works on his Falmouth Cutter 26 and his loft is the perfect place to lay up the oar.  I’m so excited about this new oar, but also live in almost a constant state of fear and anxiety.   The water around here is anything but friendly, and I have been brainwashed that to be safe a sailboat must have an engine.  Sure I could add an engine, push the button and spend the summer motoring around the islands but its adventure I seek.  I want the challenge and excitement of sailing the way the ancient mariners did, navigating by the sun, and moon, and the stars and traveling by the power of the wind and tides.  To this day voyaging under sail is still one of the last great frontiers.

If we do not rise to the challenge of our unique capacity to shape our lives, to seek the kinds of growth that we find individually fulfilling, then we can have no security: we will live in a world of shame, in which our selves are determined by the will of others, in which we will be constantly buffeted and increasingly isolated by the changes round us. –Nena O’Neil