Sooner or later every sailor will be unfortunate enough to learn the painfull meaning of the bitter end as the last bit of anchor rode slips through thier fingers and then nothing… I’ve been bipolar to the A.D.D.TH degree these last few months in a desperate landlocked voyage to point my bow north.
Sooner or later we all have to pay the piper and with a great deal of indesision I’ve thrown in the towel for a summer cruise and bit the bullet so to speak. Sookie is getting hauled till next spring. I’ve been playing too much and ignoring the final stages of my refit, new pintles and gudgeons, a rudder cheek rebuild and my barrier coat. In my typical voyaging on a hundred dollars a month budget constraints I’ve decided to patch my existing barrier coat and save the real job for some hot and steamy third world boatyard. You can’t fit a ten pound parcel into a two pound sack.
I’m bent to say the least but it has to be done if I ever want to get anywhere beyond my 300 mile circle and I do. Back and forth we went but there is simply no way around it. So now that I’m getting ready to put on my land legs,my list is impossibly long, a jigsaw sort of puzzle to finish only what is completely necessary on my beer budget. I have a feeling I will still be rebuilding this little girl for many years to come but so is the nature of being blessed with a good old boat. Both my master and my servant she needs my full attention right now and so she will get it.
I’ve potentially lined up the lowest paying job on the planet and a free dusty, dirty patch of dry land to store Sookie where I can liveaboard and work on her. It’s going to make for very long days, up at dawn for a few hours of work, clock in for a long day in the sun and then back to this and that till the sun goes down. November first is my weather cut off and then it’s of to somewhere warm for the winter, I’m already looking into the Caribbean and the many sailing oppertunities in that beautiful sea.
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” ― William Wordsworth