Lord, where to begin! My dreams are so fluid, always have been, but one thing always stays constant, to be with the ocean. When the sea gets in you, nothing can get it out.
At 19 I was going to solo RTW, didn't do that but did sail over 25,000 ocean miles. Knocking about here and there, nearly sinking in the Atlantic, nearly falling overboard offshore
twice, negotiating on two different occasions with a psycho captain
and then a psycho crew to make it ashore unharmed. Crazy beautiful nights, filled with stars and satellites. Crazy beautiful days with a captivating blue world filled with sea creatures and a complete lack of enthusiasm for landfall:-). Wondrous weather
, indescribable ocean landscape.
I then decided I needed a sailor man, met him here at Cruisers Forum, moved aboard, got married on the bow. We were to leave by 2012-2013 for far off places but I was Diagnosed with brain tumors. Moved on land to be close to hospitals and such. Life filled with pills, needles, and doctors, lots of doctors. Docs nearly killed me trying to cure me, but two years later I am cured:-). Weak as a babe but cured. We had our cruising boat up for sale
, the ocean seemed so far away, thank God Rain Dog didn't sell! Now, as my strength returns, as I wake up to this landlubber life, so does wake that inexplicable need to be on the ocean. It's all I can think of, it all I've ever thought of, tucked away at times but never truly dormant. My husband is totally onboard
, he never let on how hard it was for him to become a dirt dweller again, but now when he talks of the boat, he lets the sparkle show. Plans now are that we leave in 15-20 months for who knows...it's gotta be warm and blue
Sorry so long winded, probably wasn't looking for life story but the ocean has been my life from day one