Beneath the Sky
11 March 2014
March 7, 2014
For the last week of our month-long excursion, Jay and I have been sleeping in the cockpit. It isn't because we are on anchor watch. It is because we can. It is because we recognize that this part of our adventure is coming to a close and we want to absorb every minute of it.
It doesn't matter if the sky is dusted with clouds. It doesn't matter if there is a full moon or no moon or a half moon over the mountains. It doesn't matter if the sky is black or if it is brightly lit by the stars. It doesn't even matter if there is a slight breeze or a twenty-knot wind. Sleeping beneath the sky on the motion of the ocean is sensual. It is romantic. And it is both humbling and spiritual; reminded that I am such a small part of a very large and incredibly complex universe.
It is a moment of many moments that have made this journey so wonderful.
March 8, 2014
Okay. Maybe I got a little carried away. It isn't always romantic. Last night we had twenty to twenty-five knot winds with gusts up to thirty and the seas were rocking! And, yes, we were definitely on anchor watch. Jay wants to rename the blog, “Sleepless in San Evaristo.”
Ah, but still having fun. :)