The power is out in the boat yard, its dropped into the low teens and boxes are piling up everywhere. Washington has an average of 21 days per year that are completely intolerable for a warm blooded southern boy like me. In 5 short days the snow will slip in and out and with it spring will arrive, sort of…
On April 2nd I will celebrate my 3rd year with Sookie. I have just loaded 250 pounds or dry food aboard. I have 150 pounds of gourmet dog food, 280 pounds of wine and another 300 pounds of personal crap to go. Piece by piece I will fill her empty lockers till she is full to the brim, there is a place for everything. My plan is to have as close to 6 months stores as possible, when the food cache runs dry the next adventure will begin.
I don’t have any plans for the remainder of the year other than playing and exploring as much as humanly possible with the slight chance of paying work squeezed in. Every year about this time I flip the eff out and swear that I will never spend another winter in Washington. This year I actually mean it. I’m addicted to my local waters here but winter has finally taken its toll.
I knew moving into a house would make me fat, lazy and weak but I had no idea to what extent. I have been completely ruined by the luxury of hot showers, a wood burning stove and water that does not need to be hauled aboard. Desperation and depression have set in but neither of these foes will hold me back. SUMMER IS COMING!
The thought of shipping my little boat down the coast has always been un-acceptable to me but being crew-less with no wind vane leaves me with very little other choice. Next winter I will be somewhere warm come hell or high water.
“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.”