The weather guesser was wrong again, it shouldn’t surprise me but it always catches me off gaurd. Riding twelve miles though the inky black night in the pouring rain with no light was a challange, my body shivered uncontrollably. I climbed into sookies cabin flung my wet clothes off in a pile and pulled on my warmies. I left my rain soaked down bag for morning. I love Sleeping under the stars but there is something so reassuring about having a good dry shelter.
I’m shellshocked from a brutal winter without protection from the wind and seas, it’s been a challange and will be my last winter aboard but it’s spring now so those things are far from my mind, sort of. In exactly 5 months I will start hunkering down for a different type of winter, it sounds like such a short journey from here to there but it’s easy to stretch those distances. I could drive a car 50 miles in the blink if an eye and see and learn nothing. By making the same journey on my bike it would easily stretch from an hour to a day or two and I could walk that same distance and turn it into a weeks journey. My goal as always is to have a slow lazy spring summer and fall stuffed to the brim with fun and new experiences.
My days of carting around a one man tent that’s alsmost small enough to fit in my back pocket arent over but finding a good tent that’s also strong, water resistant and light isn’t easy. I recently wrote a review of my last tent based off of nearly 100 straight days of use for REI, they refused to post it preferring reviews like… this is the best tent ever, I used it one night in my backyard and I highly recomend this tent to anyone. Finding anything of quality at a reasonable price is difficult these days but finding something that will last a over a hundred days is near impossible.
The old tarp is hard to beat, small, extremely weather proof and light, they do the job. Unfortunately I’m like a little girl when it comes to bugs and need a solid shelter to keep the night critters at bay. It’s hard to describe what it’s like waking up with a tarantula crawling across your face or a rattle snake snuggling up to you for warmth, yes I’ve gone soft. Funnel web spiders, foot long centipedes, scorpions, fire ants… screw that, this homey don’t play that game.
I’ve turned Sookies two full sized chart tables into drafting boards and locked myself inside for the day. It’s in the fifties and thunderstorms with hail slowly march to the north occasionally hammering down on us reminding me that our painfully short spring is here. The coffee is hot and I have a pile of fresh fruit to nourish me for the day. Life in the islands isn’t an easy one but it fulfills my every desire, challanges me on a near daily basis and feeds the ever expanding desires of my A.D.D. Scattered brain.
All of this started with one simple question, can a bicycle truly replace my car. My plate is full and I feel a bit scattered but all this is only the training grounds for a much bigger journey, one of 100% financial stability without working, freedom to roam but also to come home at anytime I choose. It’s taken years of struggle but I’ve built a solid foundation, it’s time to start banging nails…
From the log of Sookie, I stare at my compass and wonder why it’s always pointed north, unwaveringly; there is much to be learned from this simple device.