To have a destination on a sailing adventure is to not actually understand what it means to live underway.
I think maybe Chuck Berry understood.
I don’t mean to say that having a place you’d like to be isn’t a nice thing to think about.
It’s always nice to have goals.
I (James) have been focused on my new writings, the boat and the Hunter-Gatherer aspects of our aquatic lives and haven’t really been very attuned to the fact that our sailing experiences have been slim this summer because of…
Life’s non-aquatic aspects mostly.
Dena works quite a few miles inland so the fact that we haven’t been doing a lot of sailing this summer has been weighing heavy on her as of late.
But when you’re shipshape and kitty safe…
All you have to do is haul the main, tie the dink to the mooring, toss off the lines and you’re underway!
And let me tell you, we were completely underway. Just like we were crossing an ocean.
Pointing the boat on a broad reach as far down east as that light south-east breeze would take us we made for Manchester By the Sea to survey a southern approach. Why, the fuck, not.
Another sea story of a no-hyjinx sailing day is worth telling, for sure. If for no other reason than to just be able to relax and enjoy the perfection of it all. That in itself is a rare enough pleasure and worth reflecting upon but the fact that we just pointed our home, S/V S.N. Cetacea, to a place we’d never been before and the Earth’s forces took us there and back safe and full of love and wonder for our natural world made yesterday’s wanderings another truly incredible adventure.
“…with no particular place to go!”(*)