Here I sit - or is it float- in the salon
of Rebecca. Six plus years of enjoyed work, a lifetime of young boy dreams, and now it's possible to let go the lines and travel into all the adventures that my rather rich imagination can conjure. Can it be true that I actually can sail away to those white beaches and azure lagoons. In my mind I'm already there.
BUT, being an engineer- have I torqued all the bolts that required. Are all the wires properly fused, and will all the thru hulls remain watertight?
But, with each day as that once infinitely long list of things to do now occupy only one page, that far far off, in the future day, has arrived.
On the second, a mere two weeks away, Rebecca and her salty crew will leave this Hidden Harbor and head
toward warmer climes, in triumphant celebration, past St. Simon s light house, Jeckells narrows, past Cumberland to St. Mary’s. Not of Magellan
caliber but just a earthshaking to me. Or is that my knees.
Please forgive my spelling-my elementary English
teacher would cry when see saw me.