That Holy Shit moment

It’s fun to talk about adventure and it’s always stimulating to hypothesize on the possibilities of profound life changing experiences at sea. Then you start fantasizing, then planning and at some point in a planned adventure the reality of it descends on you with all the weight of its potential for calamity. That split second when you can clearly see all the different ways you can kill yourself just by living life the way you do. Well, the way we do. That’s a Holy Shit moment. We’ve been looking at charts of the Azores, Ireland, Scotland and the Netherlands for years. Over this past (fucking brutal!) winter we started lightly making plans and whispering about sailing across the Atlantic Ocean in the spring before hurricane season. But suddenly, like we do, the decision was made over a tasty meal to sail transatlantic at our first opportunity. The foot/feet went down! That was in the dreary depths of a particularly bad New England winter so it was still a bit on the fantastical side of the imagination. Until one day Dean called to let us know that he was tired of waiting and totally behind us going transatlantic. Not soon, this year, now. To prove it he hit us was with a nice big grant. Enough funds to really make it happen right. Well, we were both immediately blown away thankful and inspired to move on to the next major leap that could make all of this happening actually happen. Dena’s wage-slave gig had to go. She dropped a three-weeks notice on them-‘cuz she’s cool like that- and that was big-time profound. But that moment, that Holy motherfucking Shit moment didn’t happen to me (James) until… …My friend Michael brought our Alternative Energies Tower (AET) down from Maine and it actually[…]

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