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Drifter, dirtbag, vagabond, Trekker, cruiser, sailor, voyager, transient…we wanderers for the wind go by many names but we all have one core trait, movement.  The nomadic life of drifting from one place to another fits me like a glove.  The sound of fluttering sails and line running though a winch, soon replaced by the whoosh of the waves, that’s my home. 
  
The sailing life isn’t only about sailing though, most of us spend far more time exploring from the hook than we do at sea.  When I sailed south along the Gold Coast we barely covered 4,000 miles in an entire year.  That’s about 40 sailing days out of 365. On Sookie, my back pack is always ready to rumble and by bike is always ready to roll. Sookie is always ready to go for that matter as well.  We live in a perpetual state of hurry up and wait and the waiting is just as fun.  No need for lights on the bike when the moon is full.  I love night sailing every bit as much as I do day sailing and wandering through a dark Forrest quiet like a mouse, or maybe a ninja.   People who say they don’t have time are kidding themselves. There is always time to do what is important. 

Looks like perfect weather all week, lots of work to do on the boat but I have a feeling I may just blow it off and go sailing, April is a much better month for boat work. Finding sunny days in the 70’s in March??? I love global warming.  It’s still blowing my mind that I will be on the east coast by Christmas getting ready to point east, then south, clear warm water, wind and like minded drifters, off to see the world.  It’s hard not to get ahead of ourselves, all good things come in time, it took me seven years after committing to my Bromton before it came into my life, the boat, a bit longer. So we pass through doing this and that as the weather permits.

This life will never find you, you have to search it out, make it happen and be ready to roll with the punches because when you least expect it expect it. When Sookie landed in WA my two weeks in the  boat yard turned into 12 and it was another 8 before we had our maiden voyage, these things take time. 

I’m still looking to earn some freedom chips and every day I wake up wondering where I might drop my hook in the evening, it’s good to have a mobile home, my backpack my second home and my Brompton, my iron horse. We are unstoppable, naturally powered, off the grid and free to roam. 

“You gotta run more than your mouth to escape the treadmill of mediocrity. A true hustler jogs during the day, and sleepwalks at night.” 

― Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE