Blue crab- so sorry. That's all I can say, and it is so lame, but I'm so sorry.
My first solo sail, I got caught in a tree. Second time, I was towed back in because I didn't know how to make the boat sail, threw an anchor
out with five feet of rode
, and panicked when the boat kept floating towards the rocks. Sometimes, desperate for our dreams, we jump without looking or thinking.
Some people realize their dreams with ease and style, that is my husband, he makes everything look easy
. Me, not so much! I'm sure there are more than a few cruising yachts that still tell the story of the clueless blonde girl. heck, here too I'm sure
Woodmr, you are so right it IS a small world. For those who have already heard this story sorry
( but im still gonna tell it
One time my parents were sitting around a campfire on a secluded beach in New Zealand
, they were two years into their circumnavigation
. The other cruisers anchored out had joined them on the beach chatting and swapping sea stories. Towards the end of the evening a quiet man, a singlehander, leaned over and asked " are you Erika's mom?". My mom nearly fell out of her chair. I met the singlehander a few months prior while up the Rio Dulce. We played volleyball every afternoon in a small clearing of the jungle. Small world.