Not being in a hurry, so as to avoid a pre-sunrise arrival in Marathon, Bud Karins and I departed Tierra Verde at 1400 Friday. Not wanting to sail under bare poles we arrived Sunday at 0430. Feat accomplished primarily broad-reaching on a scrap of headsail called a yankee (sorry Boston fans, no sail named for you) which replaced a much larger bagged out genoa. It's not nearly the size of the old sail, but way cooler looking (the more overlapping sails one has, the better). Sailing is substantially
an esthetic, even sensual, activity. Like a woman, a beautiful sailboat elicits a combination of adoration, aggravation and fear, hopefully in that order.
Strong fronts, big North winds. Figured to be on this side of the Gulf Stream for awhile, but Chris Parker, weather guru, claims tomorrow, Thursday, will be OK. So... here I am at Rodriguez Key after a good double-reefed day in 15 to 25 from the north, augmented by noisy, smelly thing in bilge for a few hours when wind veered. It's good to break free of Tarpit Harbor. Had been all too willing to sell my soul and buy cable TV and wifi for a buck and a half a foot. Attitude encouraged by lengthy
recovery from arrival celebration.
Tomorrow, South Riding Rock - maybe. Weather people sometimes err.
I'm beginning a cruise of indefinite duration into the Caribbean, will likely write stuff and may send it to you. While I am constantly mesmerized by the erudition of my literary output - like pearls of wisdom that drip as sweat from Buddha's brow - this is not, oddly enough, the universal experience. Therefore, a moment of intellectual and humanitarian clarity has caused a new policy to be born, a kinder and gentler approach, as it were, toward potential victims. Previously, one was required
to opt out. Henceforth, if you are inclined to have your in-box splattered with inane twaddle, reply to this message between now and January 26 for the abuse to continue. Apologies for the week of Purgatory (something like Hell, only shorter) foisted upon the more sane of you.
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So let's crack the whip and get this buggy rolling.
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Departed as promised on 1 November 2008... Oh, wait! Why am I still here? OK, new no sh... er, fooling date is 16 january 2009. Pinky swear.