August 17, 2012
It has been a while since my last post and I would like to say I am
sorry but, I am really not. I have been having a blast. If I had
known that owning my own boat would mean that I had more independence
and not less, I would have tried to buy one before now. We have been
moving from place to place through islands. I was not sure of my
ability as a sailor a few weeks ago but now I have much more
confidence in my ability to stay on top of the ocean and not end up
beneath it. I am not yet comfortable in really rough weather but I
have learned when I should find a safe port and dash for it.
Since I last wrote to you we have sailed from the U.S. Virgin Isles to
Marigo, Anguilla, Sin Maarten, Saint Barthelemy, Antiqua, Montserrat,
Basseterre and today we have been moored off the coast of Dominica and
the town of Roseau. In the morning we will be leaving for Martinique.
I have been looking forward to arriving in Martinque for a good while.
The weather has been sort of “iffy” down here but, it is hurricane
season. The storms that have passed us have been just strong enough
to be a real wakeup call for us but not frightening enough to change
our minds about being on the water. The strongest winds we have been
in were about 40 knots and the biggest seas about nine feet. Honestly
our vessel handled it well and protected us when we needed it.
Sailing and the peaceful, relaxing motion of the water is the perfect
backdrop for the music of the tropics. I have been watching
www.troprock.co and picking up a few ideas for our listening pleasure
while we are at sea and in port. The other day, John at troprock.co
featured Hugo Duarte and I listened to a few of his tracks and, I have
to tell you. His music reminded me of some of the time I spent down at
the Florabama when I was in high school and college and probably too
many times to count since then. I think the drunkest I have ever been
was a month I spent there one night.
Anyway, we spent several days in safe harbor while we were waiting out
a storm that didn’t quite materialize. There were some heavy rains
but we took the opportunity to enjoy a little wine while watching a
listening to a storm on the deck of the boat. When the rain was not
playing her music on the deck above us we were listening to the sounds
of the islands on our onboard ipod system.
I learned a long time ago that every day is a story waiting to be
told. Each day, as boring as it may seem at the time is full of
stories that should be remembered, saved, embellished and told to
those willing to listen. My life is definitely that way. Every day
is unique and I wish that I could share them all with you. This
paradise I call my life is being lived in the Caribbean but, if I were
kayaking down the Colorado, hiking a trail in the Smoky Mountains or
sitting on a pier on a lake in Wisconsin, I know that my life is worth
living. We may be pretty insignificant when you think about our size
compared to a mountain, an island or the ocean but we are a part of
this great universe and as we are passing through it our part is not
insignificant. We are here for a reason even if it is just to enjoy
our own little space on this earth. Well, I am enjoying mine and
trying not to take even one second of it for granted. I am blessed to
be where I am and sharing my moments with Sweet Pea and my words with
William Fair Roberts…on island time in paradise.