You know Jimmy Buffett was a voyaging sailor, no song describes our wandering hunger more than cheese burger in paradise. We sailed too quickly through the San Juan’s and too slowly through the gulf Islands but here we are at the end of the road.
There will always be some dweeb who has never sailed more than 15 miles from his home port telling us that we are doing everything wrong. We may be doing everything wrong but we are having a hell of a lot of fun doing it. Our budget is tight but totally manageable as long as nothing breaks and you don’t mind being tortured every time you visit a new port with smell of cheeseburgers wafting through the air and the sight of dozens of people sharing iced cold pints of Ale. On 400 a month you won’t even get to lick the glass but for us at least this voyage isn’t about beer, burgers, or crispy well done perfectly salted fries.
We wanted a new adventure together and from day one it has been everything and much more than we could have asked for. We never planned on sailing past the gulf islands but here we are on the edge of grizzly territory and still pushing North. Some days we have good charts, some days we have none. Some days we bask in the sun while others we shiver from dusk till dawn. The wind has for the most part been under 5 knots or over 20 almost always on the nose but she has given us more than our fair share of down wind backhanded smack downs. We are motoring substantially more than we hoped too but still under 10% of the time.
The most water we have used before finding more has been 9 gallons, I just topped off with piss colored water that I was assured was potable, I let Emily try it first, we will see if she is still with us in the morning. If I had to choose my favorite thing about Canada so far its hard to say as there are so many wonderful things but I love the fact that they named their one dollar coin after George Clooney. Everybody is crazy nice here except for the jerks. The weather has been perfect except when it sucks. Everything on the boat is working perfectly except for the outboard that didn’t go a single hour before it started to sputter and die.
The rockstars so far of this voyage are the small things that make our life so enjoyable like our little short wave radio that gives us classical music (thanks Ken 🙂 )as we drift mile after mile off the wind taking turns at napping in the sun, munching on snacks and trying to make coffee on our non gimbaled non mounted camp stove. I pulled the tiny GPS off my bike, who knew micro chart platters could be so much fun. Our Ukuleles which get used almost as much as our cameras and of course our trustily Rocna anchor that in over 150 nights of use has yet to fail us, I can assure you that it has more than been put to the test.
If we truly miss anything on this trip other than a proper diesel engine, heat, food, clean water, a bigger boat… its warm dry clothes. Getting Chloe from the boat to the dingy is like a slow motion train wreck always leaving both us and the dog salty,damp and cold.
So where are we heading? We don’t know and we don’t care, our world is perfect, except for everything listed above.
Row row row your boat gently down the stream. Unknown