For a brief 24 hours I had a taste of freedom, my time was my own and so was the world. There is a reason for the time honored tradition of sea trails and while my first real one might have been a little ambitious it was time to cut the cord.
I wont be jury rigging another mount, I will either figure out a way to do it right or suck it up and buy a small a outboard. I have been a zombie for the last few days trying to sort my short lived freedom. I’m back at the office trying to come up with some cash to make things right and somehow its not as bad as it used to be. I had a short taste of freedom and it reminded me of what I have been missing. I know everything happens for a reason and I’m not fighting it. I leave for Bend Oregon in a little over a week and have decided to take a vacation from myself and the boat till I return.
For now I am going to enjoy being a live-aboard and the balmy summer weather, catch up on sleep, watch the sunrise, exercise, and just play hookie. I have been eating three meals a day for the first time in over two years and feel my strength coming back. I put too much into this project and need to step back and make time for a little reflection and focus on the smaller things. Simplicity and sustainability are on the forefront of my mind. Perhaps its time to pack the day pack and take Chloe into the woods for a few days.
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson