The marina is a quiet place this weekend. The campground is closed for the season, a bunch of boats have already been pulled and sit on the hard, people are already in the "off season" mode. Deb and I already miss "coving out," but with night time temperatures dipping into the 30s, 110 volts of AC shore power to drive our little heater gets kind of necessary. Nomad will be at the dock when night falls. In spite of the cool temperatures and overcast skies Deb and I headed out this morning for what turned into a really nice sail.
The winds were steady, we put some good heel on the boat, and we made near the dam and back in just a few hours. With no bugs, no sweat running down my back, and the Bimini folded out of the way so we could catch the little bit of sunshine that peaked out once in a while, a bit of chill didn't matter. This is one of my favorite times of the year to be on the boat. Too bad it can't stay like this until spring.
(or how to move onto a sailboat) With the advent of our 50th birthdays came the usual sorts of life evaluations that one goes through. At what have I succeeded? What contributions have I made? What do I have left that I want to do before I die? Living on the water was high on both our lists. For any who share the dream, and for our family members who might not understand, this is our story. We don't know where it will take us, but welcome along for the ride!
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