I am the direct descendant of Indiana Jones, the real one not Harrison Ford. Nothing has been lost through the generations. I have spent my life swashbuckling with pirate’s, fighting Nazi’s and in search of the Holly Grail…The last real Woman. Its been over a year since I cut the dock lines and sailed away from Bellingham without a single penny to my name. I haven’t made it very far, as of today I am less than 30 miles from where I set out from.
Lost in time on some tiny island I wrote Thats my story and I’m sticking to it, not much has changed. I’m still out here very slowly exploring the islands, I still don’t have two pennies to rub together and yes this just may be the best damn day of my life.
The honeymooners invited us out for a sail, three pulls of the outboard engine and nothing. Our captain untied the dock lines and shoved us off the guest dock we hoisted the sails and were on our way. The weather was perfect as we caught up on each others lives, each taking our turn at the tiller, the flush cockpit piled with good food and good company. I looked back at all the boats in the marina and wondered where all the people were, we had the whole ocean to ourselves.
In six weeks of cruising the islands on an open-ended honeymoon our partners in crime have still used less than 2 gallons of fuel, I guess some people still sail. We kidnapped them for a round the island tour topped off with a world championship round of bowling, we all won.
back in the harbor Emily has been learning to row her dingy and I can’t remember ever having laughed so hard as I watched her flailing about. The weather here has been impossibly perfect. I hear the eastern two thirds of the country are in for a record setting bitter cold winter but the the forecast for the islands is unseasonably warm, looks like its gonna be a winter made for sailing.
Our good friend Jill dropped off fresh veggies from Waldron Island. To celebrate we did nothing but eat all day long. Every time I bite into this island goodness I’m shocked at how fresh and tasty everything is. I don’t know how but we are both getting fat!
Chloe didn’t approve of me spending the balance of our savings on Beer and snacks but her secret stash of treats is still full as are all of our bellies. Every day around here is a miracle. Last year when I wrote that there is magic in these islands I could have never imagined how much cutting the dock lines would change my life. I may not have sailed around the world but our fun meters are pegged.
“At sea, I learned how little a person needs, not how much.” ~Robin Lee Graham