home stretch

 FOX ISLAND // AUGUST 26

“My Imagination doesn’t run wild like It used to. Last time I was here I pretended this rock was my castle, and when I got bored of that I played “animals” with my sister. Now, I’m laying here with my headphones in, feeling like this is completely normal – as if it were my own back yard. Mostly trying to understand how it took us nearly two years to get here.”

“I couldn’t sleep last night because I lay in bed writing a book in my head until it kept me awake so long I had to pick up a real one.”

“I’ve noticed I avoid putting extremely honest words on paper. If I don’t write them – I don’t feel them.”

“There are only three boats anchored here. OH, probably because the wind is hauling ass out of the one direction the books specifically advise you NOT to anchor here in. If sketchy, rocky, windy, and rough channels don’t scare us anymore, I am unsure what does. Not even the spiders we share this house with, the snakes we share our bath with, or the poison ivy we share the woods with.”

“Going home. That’s what scares me.”

 

ENROUTE TO BLIND RIVER // AUGUST 27

“Pissed. I have never been so cold. Neither of us have any more layers to put on. I can’t wait to crawl into a warm home. 2.5 knots into a 15 knot head wind. Why are we even trying? We should turn around. But the thought of backtracking drives me insane. Bad attitude today.”

“We spend the morning whining and bitching, which ultimately made it hilarious because we both know that we don’t have a damn thing to actually whine or bitch about.”

“We tacked back and fourth until were got so frustrated we full throttled dead into the wind and waves to make it to Blind River. We are so stupid.”

“My face is burning. My finger and toes and are in the de-numbing tingling phase. I am done.”

“Katie got so pissed at me when we walked into the town of Blind River. She is scary when she is pissed, and not worth arguing with. It all had to do with “who had the right directions to get into town.” She thought she was right, I thought I was right, and when I was trying to make light of the situation she said she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. But the way in which the words came out of her mouth, “I don’t want to talk about it anymore” was like a gun shot to the chest. We can’t get along all the time. This is the final stretch. We are bound to break at some point”

 

AUGUST 28 // EN-ROUTE TO AMERICA – CROSSING THE NORTH CHANNEL

“TODAY. IS. A. NEW. DAY. LETS. START. OVER.”

“The sky is icy blue, not a cloud in it. The breeze is on the nose again but no stronger than I could push air out of my own lungs. We are both dressed like we are about to go flying down a ski hill. If I close me eyes I am on a chairlift, but I left my mittens at home.”

“We don’t sleep anymore. We have become goo brains whose minds are running marathons through deserts, mountains, and valleys and apparently Great Lakes.”

“Only a matter of hours until we cross the imaginary line that separates two countries.”

Patrick is driving today. I am so cozy in the cockpit after bringing my entire bed outside. Both of us have a book in hand, and feel the need to be nowhere else. If I am not okay with anything, it is that I have spent my last days unable to talk myself out of a crappy attitude. Look at where I am.”

“I think every day that I write I contradict myself. I make no sense. No wonder men have such a hard time understanding women.”

AUGUST 29 // DRUMMOND ISLAND

“The customs man showed up in his combat boots and gun on his hip. If not for his costume he would come across as a very nice man, but the suit beefs him up to be a tough action figure. He didn’t go anywhere besides the cockpit. I was nervous he was going to inspect the plumbing. It’s been broken for some time. If we were to get hit with a ticket for that, it’s on me because I am technically the plumber in this here house.”

AUGUST 30 // DE-TOUR, MICHIGAN

“Less than 100 miles from crossing our wake and we are stuck in a town called DeTour, Michigan. How Ironic” – Katie

“Lake Huron was not welcoming this morning. The waves grew larger. The rain fell harder. The wind wanted us to stay in Canada. We were in no mood to experiment.”

“Every once and a while we make good decisions. Like to tie up here in DeTour. A thunderstorm kept us wide-eyed and wired for 4 hours and the thought of being anywhere but here was disturbing. It’s the loudest and most intense thunder I have heard since being in the Bahamas. Thunder crackled so loud I felt like I was laying inside an egg shell that could crack open at any moment.”

“Our goal is to make it to Mackinaw Island by Monday, where we will meet our mothers who will arrive via ferry. We have two days, and it looks as though a weather window will get us there with ease. I have not seen my Mom since Christmas. Enough stuff has happened between then and now it feels like years.”

“We were on 7 & 4 news last night in Michigan !!!!! What?!?!?!?!”

 

AUGUST 31 // LES CHENEUAX ISLANDS – MICHIGAN

“Docked in Cedarville next to Uncle Dave and Aunt Connie. How wonderful it feels to reunite with these friends who helped us get ready for this trip since day one. I love them. Now I truly feel close to home.”

“Mother nature was so bi-polar yesterday. Waves. Rain. Fog. Sun. Heat. No rain. No clouds. Flat water. More rain. More waves. And then sun again. Mother Nature and I are on the same level – all over the freakin place.”

“At one point today we cruised at 6 knots, sails up, calm glassy rollers pushing us forward, warm air and sunshine. And for a moment, I never wanted it to end. I knew where I was, I knew who I was, I knew exactly what I wanted. It has been a long time since I had that feeling, I forgot it could exist.”

“The rain started falling. Hard. But it was warm rain. I turned the music up louder as the rain fell harder. I loved every drop.”

“Tomorrow, we get to see our MOMMIES !!!”

 

SEPTEMBER 1 // Mackinac Island

“We sailed into Mackinac at the exact same time our Mothers came flying in on the ferry. When we saw the ferry coming we turned around to parallel them. The moment we spotted two little ladies jumping up and down in the top deck flailing their arms, Katie and I both started jumping up and down laughing and crying at the same time. Within seconds the wake of the ferry rocked us so hard we both fell over and disappeared into the waves and laughed even harder. It never crossed my mind I might cry when seeing my Mom after all this time – but obviously her being there meant more to me than I realized. ”

“Only three days left.”

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23 thoughts on “No wonder men have such a hard time understanding women.

  1. Glad we ran into you lady pirates in Northport in September. I do hope you write the book and Hollywood buys it and it turns into a movie. Can I play the part of the crazy lady on the island, please?

  2. I’ve been reading your blog for quite a while. I love it!

    I got excited because I just saw you mention De Tour, Michigan. I live in Haines, AK — population 1,300. The population of De Tour is around 300. One of those humans from De Tour Village moved to Haines. I live with her. I read your blog… you’re there, she’s from there. Kinda crazy… I guess? Maybe?

    Y’all are swell.

      1. I told them! They grinned a lot. If you’re in Haines, you should look my DeTour friend up! Bet she’d love to meet you guys!

  3. Beautifully written, as always. Seeing the pictures of your mothers’ with you both was equally beautiful – four very striking women! (Note to self: talk to K&J’s mom’s to discover secret to raising incredible daughters)

  4. The other day my friend and I (who are planning to buy a boat and live aboard with my dog in the net 2-3 months) discovered your blog and we were laughing out loud hysterical to your answers to the questions, today I was nearly brought to tears. We admire you and had hoped we would meet you out there on the water somewhere. Mixed emotions as we have just discovered you, your journey is ending and ours has just begun.
    Bianca
    Carly
    & Cooper

  5. I am on aging male 74 yo to be exact. I came to da up in 1959 to work at Kinross AFB And fell in love with Mackinac Island and the Les Cheneaux islands. Someday i swore I would buy a sailboat and sail the beautiful waters of the Great Lakes. The boat is sitting in my yard and as soon as it warms in the spring I’ll be on my way to the Channel islands and Mackinac island. YeeHAW . You were right to do this when you are still young.

  6. wish all young women had even a touch of your grit, self- sufficiency, competence and compassion …..even though you crossed your wake, please keep sharing your boating adventures on your blog…..such a wonderful story…I don’t want it to end….

  7. We are glad you are home. How do you like the snow? Glad you reunited with your mommies. It is always great to see the one’s you love. Like always, we love your pictures and dialogue. You and Katie have been doing well. The same happens to married couples. What gives? Is a typical thought. What did I do? It does not get any different with a man. We still cherish the time we spent with you. Let us know if you are ever around our neighborhood. Dinner? Lodging? You are the girls we never had. We only have boys.

  8. Well, ya did it!! Two and 1/2 years of a most exciting adventure, taken on by two amazing gals. You girls told a great story and showed great pictures of your cruise. I am sure you have inspired many people on your way and gave many others thoughts of adventure. Congrats! Congrats!
    Jerry

  9. I liked the reunion story. I can only imagine how proud your moms are of you and your accomplishment–truly something for the to revel in, and boast about.

    Wow, what a resemblense between mothers and daughters, and I am normally bad at noticing things like that, but it just jumped out at me an smacked me on the head.

    Hope all continues well with you guys,

    Alan

    P.S. Jessie and Katie, it just hit me, you’re quite clever. You posted the mother and daughter pictures so any future beaus can see how attractive you will be in the future. Brilliant!

  10. Hi Katie & Jesse – I have a question about the boom on your CAL. I notice there’s some type of pole or rod attached beneath your boom. It’s visible in the Cruising Outpost winter issue on page 51 article “The Whole Nine Yards” (great story!) It’s attached at the outer end of the boom by a metal clip that hangs down and can swing. What is that pole and what is it used for? My CAL34 has the same clip but there’ no pole or rod beneath the boom. Can you help with this mystery? Congratulations on your accomplishment and adventure! Kieran

  11. Well done ladies. This blog is a beautiful tribute to the art and science of cruising and a life lived to the fullest each day. The images and the narratives are riveting and have endeared so many out here to you two sailors. This is a hard act to follow but I, for one, expect something equally remarkable coming from you two. Welcome home. Everyone is proud and in awe of your accomplishments!

  12. The dates on the latest post, in which you are wrapped in blankets, are August dates. Is that correct? I’ve not been in that region during that time of year, but it seems that it was unusually cold. Can you comment on that? Also, have enjoyed your blog.

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