KATIE & JESSIE on a boat

aboard lovely Louise…

Katie won’t stop talking, I think she wants me to stop writing.

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May 17

“There is zero wind. Not even a breath. We motor against the current under 3 knots. I have to remind myself to be patient. I could walk faster than this. Frustration usually wins this battle.”

May 18

“I am currently navigating us outside of the marked channel, because the marked channel takes us 4 miles in a direction we don’t want to go. If I can make it over what is charted to be un-navigable, it will save us almost 2 hours. There is a very good chance I am about to run us aground. Katie’s lack of opinion is saying that if anything goes wrong, I will be the one to blame. The tide is high. I am hopeful.”

May 26

“My eyes sting at the end of every day. I need better sunglasses. If I didn’t insist on only buying 5 dollar sunglasses, maybe I wouldn’t have this problem. My sandals finally broke. Better yet, all of the food and drinks from the last few days seem to be finding a home around my mid-section”

May 28

“We have a new game. It’s called ‘dock poaching’. Who can find the best abandoned dock to tie to for the night”

May 31

“A black, opaque sky quickly traveled our direction earlier. Like robots, we closed everything up, and put on our rain gear without complaint or conversation. We stood in the rain and got soaked through our “rain -gear” like it was protocol or something. The rain passed quickly,  thankfully the cool air decided to linger.”

May 31

“I am scared for all of this to come to an end. I feel like everything important I am supposed to learn, will happen here, on this boat.”

June 1

“ I only care to be noticed by those who pay close attention. And talk only to the ones who are actually listening”

“Sunday fun-day here along the Myrtle Beach ICW. Sea-doos, kayaks, paddle boards, wake boards, speed boats, rap music, alcohol, lots of noise. Wakes are ricocheting off the sides of the very narrow canal. Louise is in a washing machine, on the spin cycle. At 3.5 knots fighting the current, gas sucking spaceships are lapping us. Where did they all come from? Where is everyone going? Why is everyone going so fast? Why don’t they get in a convertible and drive on the freeway or something? A teenage girl just had her bathing suit at her ankles, and ass hanging off the back of a pontoon to pee. Those were some parts I didn’t need to see. I am overwhelmed.”

June 3

“I thought that traveling the “great loop” would help me pinpoint an area of this country to settle. Instead it is doing the opposite. Almost every day I think “I could live here”. But I can’t live everywhere. Or can I? The East coast has completely taken me by surprise. Now, I have no clue where I want to end up.”

“I feel no need to be sailing off shore. Off shore means we would be missing every thing I’ve fallen in love with so far.”

June 4

“Today I feel like a princess. Don’t ask me why – I don’t know. I am happy. Louise is my palace.”

“I am starting to get sad every time I watch these towns and people disappear behind me. Always saying goodbye. A trend I can’t seem to shake. Will I always be saying goodbye? “

June 5

“Katie won’t stop talking. I think she wants me to stop writing.”

June 6

“Nervously eating chocolate. I am sitting in a dark dungeon that is spinning around in circles. Streaks of lighting spider-vein the sky. I can’t even see out the window. The thunder crackles so loudly I can feel under my feet. Shit. I hope the anchor doesn’t drag. Katie is frantically trying to find where the heavy rain leaks through the deck. It’s really coming in. A waterfall inside the hull is pooling underneath Reggie’s bed and on the bathroom floor. I can’t bring myself to do anything but eat chocolate and write faster.

Funny I felt like a princess the other day. Today I am an dirty, greasy, peasant, locked in a dungeon that can’t even keep out the rain. Where the hell am I?”

June 11

“Day 3 in the boat yard. The heat is so disgusting I actually want to throw up. It’s 8 am, I am sweating and haven’t even moved yet. My house is a microwave. I am not made for this part of the world. It’s rare that I become this irritable and mean. Break my heart, talk about me behind my back, betray my trust, I can handle it. Don’t put me in unbearable heat with nowhere to run. I can’t handle it.”

June 12

“I must try to figure out a way to make a living doing this. But how? I don’t need much money. The more money people have, the more they justify spending it. In the end, a little bit or a lot of money means nothing to me.”

June 13

“Three days is all it takes to have strangers feel like your new family. Hard work, uncomfortable days, sleepless nights, breakdowns, shitty weather, and we are always rewarded in people. The people we meet have been our prize since day one.”

June 16

“Okracoke – you hold a fraction of my heart large enough to return someday.”

“Dinner this evening with my father’s high school friend and his family was really something. A beautiful family. The kind that makes you want your own. I could stay here forever.”

“I hate feeling rushed. I hate how often I miss what’s around me. I hate when my mind is preoccupied with things that don’t matter.”

June 17

“This is it. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Why haven’t more people caught on to this? I could do this forever.”

June 19

“How do Katie and I still enjoy each other’s company? We have become confident in our cruising abilities. Problems are handled rationally. We are way more relaxed than we once were and satisfied in our intuitions. Quietly we face the shitty days. Loudly we celebrate the great ones.”

June 28

“Drive a boat, get in bed. Drive a boat, get in bed. Drive a boat, get in bed. Drive a boat, get in bed. “

June 29.

“It’s been a long couple of days. I don’t know if I have yet to reach this kind of exhaustion. Off shore and sailing into the night. Making myself queasy looking at my laptop. Right now, feeling queasy is better than feeling nothing. I am having a hard time keeping my eyes open. Gravity is pulling my eyelids down. It is more strenuous to hold them up than to do 50 push ups.”

 

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16 thoughts on “Katie won’t stop talking, I think she wants me to stop writing.

  1. I love you two!

  2. Katie and Jessie–Arthur has just formed off of the Florida coast. It should be off of North Carolina, Outer Banks, by July 4th. The outer bands are close to us now. Your decision to locate will be determined by how much heat you can take. If you move inland, it will be hotter. You were close to the coast at Hidden Harbor in St. Augustine. The cold winters keep me South. Remember how cold it was in Ft. Lauderdale? There are many beautiful towns on the East Coast. The BLOG is GREAT! Love the pictures! Can not wait to see you girls again. If you need something, just call.

    Dot and John

  3. Never stop writing Jess even if Katie won’t stop talking. Your straight from the heart tales of life and longing on shoestring cruising budget sailboat are just too good to lose. Have you sent potential articles to any of the sailing rags yet? Just keep to their guidelines; give ‘em good pics, & you should be in like flint.

  4. Never stop writing Jess even if Katie won’t stop talking. Your straight from the heart tales of life and longing on a shoestring cruising budget sailboat are just too good to lose. Have you sent potential articles to any of the sailing rags yet? Just keep to their guidelines; give ‘em good pics, & you should be in like flint.

  5. That was a good shot of your dads friends wife. You gals travel fast it seems like every 2 days your 2 states further up.

  6. When does the book come out? LOL.
    I had a slow day at work and spent hours reading your blog from the beginning-I only made it up to June of 2013. I only found this blog last fall and wanted to catch up from the begining. Pehaps if its slow to tomorrow, I can finish the second half.
    If you make it up to the Jersey Shore, and need a place to tie up to, (or a lift to a store) I’m just off Barnegat Bay in Toms River NJ. There is even a fenced in yard for Reggie. My girlfriend and I would love to meet both of you! We just moved back into the house after rebuilding from Hurricane Sandy.
    Keep writing and we will keep reading! Safe sailing!
    Bob G.

  7. You both continually amaze me. I am legit sad for your adventure to be over halfway done – although I know you will probably do something else as soon as it’s finished.

    And not going to lie – this sentence:

    “I am scared for all of this to come to an end. I feel like everything important I am supposed to learn, will happen here, on this boat.”

    Made me get a little teary eyed. And I don’t know why. I am almost convinced I’m going to pack my belongings and just do something crazy. Can’t wait to reunite with you ladies soon. Love you both stay safe and have fun and okay I sound like a Mom.

  8. Hope Arthur doesn’t ruin any of your plans. I sure understand your frustrations and I feel the same about the heat as you do. I lived in Texas all my life and have hated the summers all my life. We noodle and drink beer off the back of our sailboat at the lake. Easy to do in fresh water – just nowhere to go.

  9. You guys are great. Ive got four best selling books aboard my lil boat rite now and blog is by far the best reading material ive got. I cant belive I missed you guys!! Its my own damned fualt for running offshore. Some words of advice for everyone. Dont take a catalina offshore. Ever. Even if a little fairy tells you its a good idea, dont listen to them. Fairies dont know shit about sailing.

    I set off sailing because I didnt know where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do. Who am i, what am I supossd to be? Maybe im not suposed to be anything, well then wtf? Sometimes my head runs wild with indecision. I think I have come to a decision… or maybe a few decisions.

    deal with the world on its terms, you are a part of it, dont live in a box, live on earth. We used to feel things when we were kids, everything around us is alive. It knows our presence,we can feel its thoughts.

    Dont isolate yourself and try to fight against things. The world works as one, you cannot change it.

    Do not hope things will be alright, KNOW that things will be alright. The future doesnt exist, it all happens at once. Youre fine now rite?

    Dont ever feel inadequate. How can you BE more than you already ARE?

    Dont let little fairies talk you into stupid things. They dont know shit about sailing.

  10. I am not sure where you will end up, but I enjoy your ramblings and photos, gives me the chance to travel from my living room. I have a friend that had a business of shuttling a boat for someone, from island to island for the owner to use. The owner only liked to sail within eye distance of land, but wanted to sail all the south pacific island, so my friend would do the sailing from place to place.

  11. enjoy it while you can, there just might be a bigger anchor on land!

  12. After you hole up and stop and possibly prepare for Arthur, what about writing an article about it and your trip and sending it out to some sailing/cruising rags and mags? It takes a century to actually get paid, still it might be nice to put a couple of bucks into a future cruising kitty, which a non-monetized blog though easier and more fun, just won’t do.

  13. Don’t stop writing. I hang on every word. Don’t stop taking pictures. I hang on each.

  14. “I am scared for all of this to come to an end. I feel like everything important I am supposed to learn, will happen here, on this boat.” …and… “ I only care to be noticed by those who pay close attention. And talk only to the ones who are actually listening.”

    Not uncommon feelings for those who have ever REALLY spent time beyond their front door. Is your fear greater for all this to come to an end? Or do you fear the fact that when it does, you won’t be able to every truly stop?

  15. Don’t know where you guys were around the 7th. We were along the south shore of the Albemarle Sound in a cottage, boats on shore. Arthur did not do as much damage as many feared, but the wind that night was impressive to say the least. Hope you were tucked in tight some where. Would not be fun to be on a boat in the area. You could have been well north of the strike zone by then, I guess. Hope you were!

  16. Jess and Kate, Just now seeing this, know it;s old, but loved the picture/story. Where are you now> Ahead of hurricane, I hope?

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