Like Lindbergh's "Spirit of St. Louis,"
I was "we" with many water craft.
All but one was a sailboat,
including the last. We parted ways
ten years ago when I grew too old
to handle it solo.
I often regret that decision.
Today is a typical cold, raw,
December day ... the knees
are achy ... it feels and looks like rain.
Ten years ago I'd be headed down
to the marina with
a few provisions and a good book ...
ready to unleash "Bright Wings" to the
elements en-route to
Inati Bay. Drop the hook ... fire up
trusty, toasty diesel stove ... stretch out
on a comfy bunk for
a good read ... then row dinghy ashore.
Other than woodland creatures and fish,
We'd be alone out there.
If that boat were still mine, I'd board her
right now! Would not head for Inati ...
would spend the night aboard!
Bob Markey lives in Bellingham.