Monday, September 14, 2015

Living here

Our friend Stephen had reason to sail Zephyr to Annapolis yesterday. That was just enough of a push to get Kintala moving again as well. Winds out of the northwest made it possible to sail the majority of the way. A couple of long tacks were needed to clear Kent Island, followed by a single run southwest under the bridge. The wind was a bit fluky and we are still brushing the rust off our sailing skills. It wasn't our best day of work but nothing got broken and no one got hurt. A flailing staysail sheet did relieve our little gas can of the cap on its spout. A bit of duck tape made a suitable replacement.

The Zephyr romping on the stiff breeze

I'm sure Back Creek is as crowded as it was the first time we were here, but it doesn't feel that way. We set the hook in a tight place and sat through the night with no problems. This morning we decided another boat length between us and the piers of the marina off the stern would be a good idea. Resetting the hook should be like putting in a reef. If it seems like a good idea, just go ahead and get it done.

A thing that impressed me the last time we where here was looking around and seeing literally thousands of masts. It is still impressive. A person living on a sailboat could feel right at home here, though we have drawn a couple of “looks” from boats motoring by. In one case a passenger made the comment of how the anchored boats make things hard for those who “live here”.

Back Creek Annapolis

I don't guess it would do much good to try and explain to her that we “live here” as well. “Here”, in our case, being a part of the north west Atlantic Ocean. We know others who live here, in some cases “here” meaning much of western hemisphere; in others, a good portion of the planet.

I don't begrudge those who explore just a few square miles of their home filling half of Back Creek with docks and piers. I don't begrudge them putting in a few mooring balls so more boats can fit. I don't even begrudge someone charging $30 a night for picking one up, though it is $30 I'll not spend if I don't need to. (I know the Mantus will hold in here even on a short scope.  And we will move the boat if it seems the right thing to do after sitting for a while.)

I don't begrudge them building the ugliest of space-wasting McMansions along the shoreline, even when it means cutting down the trees and blocking the view of the rising or setting sun. I don't mind them hanging their laundry out to dry, seeing them lounging around their swimming pools, listening to their music, or even hearing the noise of them working on a car in their driveway or cutting their grass.

But I do mind it a bit when they claim that I don't live here. As if claiming to own a piece of the earth is somehow morally superior to understanding that we don't own the earth.

The earth owns us.

And we all live here.

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