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I heard a loud hissing sound and watched a huge gyre develop right in front of me. I had always wondered what would happen if you sailed right into one, today I would find out. I pointed the bow for the center, I was about to meet Poseidon face to face. The stern of the boat lifted to the sky as Sookies bow sprite almost dipped to the water I let out a huge involuntary whoop, more like a scream and held onto the tiller. The boat accelerated…
and then nothing. I looked back and at the exact second I pointed into the abyss a swell from a passing ferry boat caught me, I was in heaven on this short motor passage from A to B. Late the night before a motley band of sailing gypsies stumbled down for a late night visit, I would have turned them away but they carried with them a precious bottle of Knob Creek Private Reserve. Oh well I thought to myself I guess I’ll put off the move for another day. I can’t remember his name but the obvious father of the group seemed very concerned about my chosen lifestyle.
I was reminded of a scene from the journal of Christopher McCandless.
Ron, Don’t you think you should be getting an education and a job and making something of this life.
Chris, Look Mr Franz I think careers are a twentieth century invention and I don’t want one. You don’t have to worry about me I have a college education. I’m not destitute I’m living like this by choice.
Ron, In the dirt?
Chris, Yeah in the dirt.
Ron, Son what the hell are you running from?
Chris, You know I could ask you the same question, except I already know the answer.
I’ve long given up on trying to explain what I do and why. I woke up at 4AM exhausted but couldn’t fall back asleep. It was warm and balmy watching the sun rise from the hills with Chloe. The night before when I started to pull out sails her whole body went into convulsions and it really concerned me, I knew the short trip would be hard on her but nothing worthwhile in this world is easy.
As expected my new fuel line with new fittings failed again before I even had a chance to start the engine. I had spares and got her going, at 5:26AM we left the dock greeted by the spring sunrise peeking through the clouds. I was shocked when Chloe layed down with her head on the rail and completely relaxed. 10 minutes later she crawled onto bed and went to sleep. I guess keeping her up all night worked but I was exhausted. We arrived at our new port and I could barely keep my eyes open but was greeted by friends both new and old from the very second I arrived. Sunday was one of those days reserved for my private journal but lets just say I was with very good company the entire day.
So once again we have found a new port, arrived with our home intact and now the fun begins. Ive made an office in the cockpit complete with a brand new sun awning my friend Rob made for me. Sookie is already famous and its seems I already know most of the people I have met from either here or there. I have given most of my money to the harbor master but saved enough for coffee and beer. I should be out looking for paying employment but that can wait. Today we are going to act like we are retired and explore the day away, if its fun we just may do the same tomorrow and the next as well.
From the Log Of Sookie May 2014 I’ve never been good at goodbyes so we always sneak away in the middle of the night. Sailed into a new port, only time will tell if it will become our home. If it doesn’t stick we will move on to the next once again leaving memories of a lifetime and good friends behind. The hardest part of this life is leaving all the people we meet but if it wasn’t for this lifestyle we would have never met them in the first place. SJI
“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.”
― Christopher McCandless