"What's important in life is not how many breaths we get to take, but those moments that take our breath away"
In an attempt to enjoy more moments that take our breath away, we have decided to leave Lexington Park after 18 months. There are not appropriate jobs for me at the naval base and the commutes to DC metro area are unacceptable. I've quit my job and as soon as I return from a trip up the ICW with Bruce, we'll move back to the eastern shore of the Chesapeake. Our goal is to return to the water centric lifestyle we enjoyed so much before moving west and to do it without ever having to work on the western shore of the bay, again.
Sailing with Friends.
During the week of May 02 through 12, I had the opportunity to accomplish a long awaited pleasure. Cruising the ICW with friends Bruce Franz and Bryan Twigg. Bruce, who retired last year was bringing his beautiful Hemisphere Dancer back from Marathon Florida where he'd spent the winter.
|On Arrival in Solomons Island, MD
It's hard to define pleasure. But to me, sailing with friends or family is as good as it gets. As usual when sailing with Bruce and Bryan, I was having so much fun, I forgot to get out the camera until we were almost home.
Our adventure began on Friday, when I travelled to Salisbury to pick up Bryan. Then we hit the road, headed for Georgetown, South Carolina where we were supposed to meet up with Bruce. After the 200+ miles to Bryan's house and then the 400+ miles to Georgetown, we arrived in Georgetown at 0300 as predicted and Bryan with a smile on his face... it seems he likes how the Miata drives at 80+. "It Just Sings!" Thank you North Carolina for those 70 mph speed limits!
These shots were taken at Great Bridge Lock, the only lock we traversed. We were in delivery mode and pushing hard. It all sort of blurs together now, but there are lots of memories packed in 9 days of sailing including, Georgetown where we had a breakfast almost as good as the ones I make on board, and a superb sleepy southern city by the sea. The Myrtle Beach area and its seemingly endless string of waterfront developments, which I hated. Mile after mile of North Carolina Wilderness. Oriental NC, with its quaint and attractive pull on my soul that haunts me still.
MotorSailing across Albermarle Sound at 8+ kts was a treat. We had great winds that day and could have easily sailed without the motor's boost. But, being on a schedule with fresh winds behind us, we saw it as a great way to make some miles and I think we made 85 miles that day in about 10 hrs. Oh what a feeling!
Coinjock, with it's 32 oz Prime Rib was a treat... okay, so none of us could eat 32 ounces, but the other guys did a helluva job on the queen cut, a mere 16 ounces. Me, I just couldn't eat another bite and let them take the last couple morsels away... but then when our waitress showed us the Tennessee Mud Slide Pecan Pie, I managed to get my appetite back long enough to have a piece...
Bad Move, Tim... that sent me over the edge to being in danger of complete skin failure as my stomach threatened to burst. A 45 min walk with the fellas did little to ease the pain and it was then I discovered that my so called friend Bryan Twigg is really a mean and nasty person. As we walked by the ship's store, I commented that I was still ready to burst. Bryan said innocently, "You know, I think They have Ice Cream..." Lurking beneath that gentle and smiling exterior is a Very Angry man...
As I write this, my wife and I are preparing for a major change in our life. We have set a course to return to the shore and a way of life centered on family, friends, water and sailing. This trip with my friends from the shore was a watershed moment. It purged the poisons of the stresses these last two years have piled on. It's good to be going home to friends, soon.