This visit has one really cool aspect other than for our Texas soul. I am having the pleasure of discarding company files and recovering a room that was once the galactic nerve center of CST Sales. Unlike walking away from a real job with the old gold watch and a really cool cake, this is a celebration only I can enjoy. There is no successor to help me take my stuff to the car and wish me well. Now if I can only get all those trade magazines to unsubscribe me. Don't they know it is difficult to download their junk at some remote anchorage?
Taken a "while" back
Now I must admit to those who have not lived a cruising life that life aboard can be way more work. It is not all beautiful sundowns with a perky glass of rotten grapes and a life mate to enjoy it. Those who have stopped by this blog from time to time have read about broken heads (toilets), broken masts, lost stuff and cold watches at the helm. Life on land has some really obvious advantages but it cannot, at least for now, match a quiet anchorage with bean dip and chicken pot pies. It cannot offer that moment when one raises the sails on a brisk wind and turns off the engine. At that very moment, the power of the wind and thousands of years of sailing vessels on the sea come to mind. At that moment one can the stark beauty of running before the wind. A few minutes beyond, and the moment gives way to the reality of perpetual movement, boat sounds and sometimes the entertainment of watching those guests never exposed realize freedom. "Where would you like to go today?"
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