Last Night on First Light

This is this year's last night at anchor on First Light. In celebration of getting this far, (and regardless of it being some 85 nm as the goose flies to big water) we broke out our conch horn to herald the setting sun. Though a bit warm (actually over 90 degrees according to the thermometer) the water is still, the boat unmoving, and the surroundings are filled with boats and trees...exactly what a sailor looks for when the journey is over. Few people in the world have had the opportunity to find such a place and sit contentedly, regardless of the chaos, regardless of the unrest, and unconcerned over what the future might hold because it is outside any individual's control anyway. The horn echoed over the water, wound its way around the boats and the trees, one simple note sent off and held as long as breath allowed in the hopes the universe would understand that we understand, and are thankful. 

We are still miles from St. Louis. Many months by boat, a couple of days by rental van. The van trip will start as soon as the boat is blocked secure on land and prepped for the winter. That effort will start in the morning with a short motor to the pump out and then to the lift pit. After that will come months on land. But they will be good months filled with some of the people we love most in the world and have missed every day of our journey. Word has it there is a job waiting for me that will help fill the coffers that took a bit of a beating this summer. There might even be enough left over to add a Uke or two to the collection.

Odd how that works, being just as happy to be in either of two places and just as sad at being away from the other, all at the same time. Then again there are a lot of people who, due to no fault of their own, never find even a single place in which to be happy. If I believed in a life after this one I would consider it an honor to contribute in any way to the balancing of the scales...wash their dishes, fix their boats, or fly them off to wherever they might want to go. But that too is outside of my control. So with the sun gone for the night and the stars just starting to shine, I will let this last day go with a smile. Tomorrow will bring what it will.

The view from my chair in the cockpit.