Some things just aren’t meant to be. By the end of the month Sookie will be all wrapped up, when I return she will be the ultimate day sailor and gunk holer, I’ve thrown in the towel on blue water sailing with her. Life goes on and Sookie will sail on but not beyond the reach of the Salish Sea.
I’ve hit my wall, to many nights on the hard cold ground, too many days of going hungry, to many seasons of not enough progress towards my goal. Sookie is ripe and ready for this tiny sea and that’s where she will stay. The seasons are short here as is the crappy low paying seasonal work, living aboard during the winters can be brutal, wet and cold, I’m ready for a square bed, hot and cold water and push button heat. It feels good to have a few bucks in my pocket for the first time in three years.
I cashed my check, bought a small pile of food to drop at the food bank and boxed up all the things I will no longer need on Sookie, I strapped them on the back of Brompty and delivered them over serveral trips to the free store and feel good about my long day. Working seven days a week all by myself in a position that warrants three people has been fun but also reinforced that I’d simply rather be sailing even if it’s just my own waters.
My last day here in the islands is about 5 weeks away and then I will set off in search of a winter home, reasonable work and a bit of warm weather.
“We got so much food in America we’re allergic to food. Allergic to food! Hungry people ain’t allergic to shit. You think anyone in Rwanda’s got a fucking lactose intolerance?!”
― Chris Rock