Night one on my Carib sailing excursion, some delicious pasta was served up for dinner. Steaming hot noodles and spicy red sauce with a little dash of rum on the side. It's funny when you come together with strangers - if you're in tune with the world, you can pick up on the vibe minute 1. I picked up on it second 1.
Tall tales from a surly captain, a first mate who'd just about had enough of the boating life, and an anxious deckhand ready to bolt come sunlight. The three personalities were meshing together on a sailing vessel like oil and water. Crazy people, but good hearts. You pretty much have to own a touch of crazy to put your life at risk on a sailboat every single day. It's addictive. That feeling of immense freedom around every bend. That taste of escape every single morning.
Every day, I check in on my own boat and all the various projects she's got going - right now, it's a little something called brightwork. Which means all kinds of non-stop sanding and varnishing going on. My guy whose rockin' the project, well he must LOATHE my boat right about now. Waiting on good weather only adds to the prolonged sked. and my very own level of insanity -- But, man the teak will be all glassy and beautiful once done. Incred.
Check out young Tim in the below photo - can't you just see the NEED to get the hell off the boat? He was so ready after 6 weeks in close company cruising the Carib. Just to straight dash at first light. Then, it was just me and them. Man. Hard times for a loner like moi. But, the best of times in retrospect. As it always is -- betcha after a few days back on land, sweet Tim wish he was back on the boat. Preach.
If you could listen to a song to this post, make it The Holmes Brothers singing "If I Had a Boat" - you will get my current vibe stat. Thanks Budro.
"But Tonto he was smarter, one day said Kimosabe...Kiss my ass, I bought a boat, I'm goin' out to sea."