It's as much about the sailing as it is about the NOT sailing. It's as much about the line on the map as it is the dots at each end.
It was bittersweet to not be out there--in the excitement--immersed in the challenge, adrenaline coursing through my veins, courage in the soul, and hints of evident fear dripping from my trembling hands. Instead, I was safe here.
That evening we would continue south into the Gulf of Maine, sailing into and through the night. I was not only on First Watch, but it was my FIRST watch...
From 25kts, gusting 40 to this absolutely flat calm sea the next day, we certainly made the right choice to stay put for the night while the remnants of Hurricane Ida blew by...
With 24 kts blowing steady on the docks where we were securely tied, and 35-40 blowing steady where we were headed
I had just finished a 2-month project in Georgia. It was the end of August. The new job didn’t start until sometime in mid-to-late November. So it began: A 3-month solo road trip of roughly 7,268 miles in an old 1989 Buick Regal.
It’s an overcast Tuesday. We awoke in the nick of time to reserve our room for tonight. Stacy wanted to see gardens, but for me, I plan to spend this overcast day getting some things done–a haircut. What a “perfect” day to get a haircut.
Noon finally rolled around. I talked to the guides and they made some phone calls…it was on! They were going climbing! I was about to go rock climbing in the Swiss Alps! It was surely the best news all day. I ran to the luggage room to throw together my daypack with some climbing supplies.
Our next plan was to circulate through the markets—Mercato Centrale—north of the Duomo. We didn’t have any plans to buy anything, but you’d never know it if you had seen us walking away from the place with armfuls! The markets supported some pretty good deals, but you had to search for them.
I slept surprisingly well on the 9-hour ride in 2nd class, however, I was still anxious to search München for what we’d call home for the next two adventure-filled days. The tourist office didn’t open until 11:00 AM (it is Sunday, remember?) We managed to kill some time in a small pub just down the street from the terminal. Hmmmm, we really are in Germany, aren’t we?!
It's as much about the sailing as it is about the NOT sailing. It's as much about the line on the map as it is the dots at each end.
It was bittersweet to not be out there--in the excitement--immersed in the challenge, adrenaline coursing through my veins, courage in the soul, and hints of evident fear dripping from my trembling hands. Instead, I was safe here.
That evening we would continue south into the Gulf of Maine, sailing into and through the night. I was not only on First Watch, but it was my FIRST watch...
From 25kts, gusting 40 to this absolutely flat calm sea the next day, we certainly made the right choice to stay put for the night while the remnants of Hurricane Ida blew by...
With 24 kts blowing steady on the docks where we were securely tied, and 35-40 blowing steady where we were headed
I had just finished a 2-month project in Georgia. It was the end of August. The new job didn’t start until sometime in mid-to-late November. So it began: A 3-month solo road trip of roughly 7,268 miles in an old 1989 Buick Regal.
It’s an overcast Tuesday. We awoke in the nick of time to reserve our room for tonight. Stacy wanted to see gardens, but for me, I plan to spend this overcast day getting some things done–a haircut. What a “perfect” day to get a haircut.
Noon finally rolled around. I talked to the guides and they made some phone calls…it was on! They were going climbing! I was about to go rock climbing in the Swiss Alps! It was surely the best news all day. I ran to the luggage room to throw together my daypack with some climbing supplies.
Our next plan was to circulate through the markets—Mercato Centrale—north of the Duomo. We didn’t have any plans to buy anything, but you’d never know it if you had seen us walking away from the place with armfuls! The markets supported some pretty good deals, but you had to search for them.
I slept surprisingly well on the 9-hour ride in 2nd class, however, I was still anxious to search München for what we’d call home for the next two adventure-filled days. The tourist office didn’t open until 11:00 AM (it is Sunday, remember?) We managed to kill some time in a small pub just down the street from the terminal. Hmmmm, we really are in Germany, aren’t we?!