Huge raindrops pelted the dry scorched earth, the islands are crying. A balmy summer breeze called to me but its too late. My bag is packed, Sookie is snuggled up as warm and tight as a bug in a rug I took one last walk around, re adjusted her tarp and walked away…
I load up a friends car and plop Chloe in her nest of blankets, I can’t help but to wonder if this is her last time on the boat. My home, her home for 4 years this has been our refuge. I mount my bike and pedal off, I want to look back but I don’t, I can’t. My future lies somewhere down this long winding road.
I have stopped my search for a new Bristol Channel Cutter, its not my time. I have declared this 2015 the year of Chloe. Fresh off sniffing every beach from here to the Discovery Islands and Desolation Sound and we are off to find her a small cabin with a wood burning stove. The three of us have a lot of work and prep for our next adventure but Until November its going to be overnighters, and day trips.
The ride to Canon Beach will be a nice one. Its time to harden myself beyond the scope of the sea. I need to run naked and wild through the forests, make fire and live closer to the earth. My next journey will be a physical one but also a spiritual one where I again will attempt to lighten my load on the earth, simplify my needs and downsize my ball and chain. A VW Westfalia van keeps creeping through my mind but I’m not yet ready to end my 6 year boycott with cars.
August 26 is the 13 year anniversary of the day I met Chloe at a rescue on the edge of the Washoe Indian Reservation. We both have a bit if red skin in our blood, maybe thats what prompted our escape, our call of the wild, but its still hard to believe we have been on a 13 year adventure together. The girls are snuggled up on the inflatable bed. I’m still getting used to hot running water, flush toilets and all the space we have shared in a friends beautiful house. In two hours we walk out the front door, All it takes is that first single step, the journey continues. I am smiling so hard my face hurts, I mainline on adventure and freedom, the unknown and movement.
“We seldom consider how much of our lives we must render in return for some object we barely want, seldom need, buy only because it was put before us…And this is understandable given the workings of our system where without a job we perish, where if we don’t want a job and are happy to get by we are labeled irresponsible, non-contributing leeches on society. But if we hire a fleet of bulldozers, tear up half the countryside and build some monstrous factory, casino or mall, we are called entrepreneurs, job-creators, stalwarts of the community. Maybe we should all be shut away on some planet for the insane. Then again, maybe that is where we are.”
~ Ferenc Máté,