We woke up to bad moods and grey skies this Monday morning. Actually, the skies were a nice change from the sun, the clouds were low with the mountains rising above them. As we were walking the docks looking at solar panels and roll bars for ideas, it made us reminiscent of Seattle and looking forward to the day we might step off Independence and walk the docks at Shilshole.
Once we got back to the boat I decided I had enough of no floors. So we brought our newly varnished floors inside and boy, they are shiny and new looking! After we admired them for a few moments, I immediately scavenged some card board and covered them up! Fortunately our moods improved and after more deck prepping and rigging work, we headed into town to meet John and Aysel for a farewell dinner at a local hangout, Escape. We were also joined by, of all people, their adorable dentist, AJ, and her boyfriend, the bar owner. We probably could have sat there all night but Aysel and I helped make the decision to call it a night. Late nights don’t mix too well with working the next day…
And thanks Jenny, we are trying our hardest to stay strong...and dirty!
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I got chills reading,"step off Independence and walk the docks at Shilshole." The Juan de Fuca Straight, West entrance, currently, westerly winds 5-15, and a few showers.
ReplyDeleteIndependence looks amazing. Beautiful, and amazing. Can you see her sailing in 15 knots?
Here, in words written by someone else, I hope to inspire you. Your success is in our dreams and thoughts, daily.
"The mere thought of sailing alone across an ocean is enough to evoke in the mind of the landsman three terrifying prospects: the vastness of the sea, the mystery of navigation, solitude."
"There is however, one special case, one touching case, where a life of isolation for two has proved possible: the case of lovers. Love in a small boat on the high seas is by no means as rare as one might suppose, and those concerned have always told of happiness (even when the speaker was the woman.) This, though, is not a question of two individuals, but of one couple, warmed by a flame that even the winds of the ocean could not extinguish."
From "Lonely Voyagers", Jean Merrien, Hutchingson & Co., London, 1954. Pg 13-14.
Dirty pirates have rough hands.
Warmly yours,
From Rainier Valley, Seattle,
Jenny