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I had forgotten how magnificent Sookies v-Berth is. I sprawled out in every direction, the way Chloe used to do and had the best nights sleep of my life. I’ve never been more torn about leaving Sookie before but if I don’t quit smoking, having the best sailboat in the world won’t matter and that’s what this journey is. A desperate attempt to quit smoking, it will be done by riding myself into submission every day and working it out of my system.

Bike touring on a brompton

Although as I sit here pecking these words I’m so worn out I can barely walk, I hobble about dizzy and tired from my long summer.  It will be a very slow start while I try and regain my strength.  My last effort as dock master was wheeling a drunken power boater to his boat, he literally couldn’t walk.  An hour later I got an emergency call and came screaming down the dock on my bike ” out of the way”. This dipshit tried to leave the marina and literally almost ran himself over after falling overboard. Lifting his dead weight out of the water was difficult, a marina full of people and only one person came to help.  Not even the guys that called would assist, fucking humans are a waste.

Travel by brompton

Sitting in my big plush bed with soft white sheets, snuggly socks and my warmies I’m as good as I’m going to get.  I packed and repacked a hundred times.  My front bag has a 22lb max load, I’m sure I’m 10 pounds over that but the road will straighten that all out.

At the very last moment I ditched one Mac and cheese meal and my down vest, this may come back to haunt me but I’m just way over my target weight.  A pound saved may seem insignificant but I’m reminded of a conversation I was having with a millionaire and a billionaire. The millionaire told me that he counts every dollar when the billionaire chimed in that he counts every cent.  Ounces equal pounds when it comes to packing light.

Im in a delicious place right now, retired for month at least and feeling very pampered in my clean clothes and soft bed.  A long hot bath may have been the last for some time as was a good shave.  All I have to do now is pick a direction and turn the pedals. But that’s will come soon enough.  Tonight I will bounce around my clean space, it’s the last bit of safety and security I will know for My journey has already begun.

PS there is no way I can describe how close I came today to saying screw it with this trip and launching Sookie fr a bitter cold winter or just grabbing my uke and jumping the first plane to Hawaii.  As of this point my packing and luggage proved to be a complete failure on my first short fully packed journey.  It’s going to be a long night if I want to make this work, I have way too much

“The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.”
― Christopher McCandless

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