SINCE LAST TIME WE SPOKE :
I am running up walls and doing back flips like Jackie Chan. Electrified. I’m ready.
I am sweating in the panic room like Jody Foster. Paralyzed. I am not ready.
I’ve spent the last two and a half years saving without knowing what I was saving for. This is it. My savings is being hacked away at to put it lightly – for those of you who have had something to loan it is oh-so-deeply appreciated.
Can’t thank those of you enough who reached out with items to sell or pass along, your enthusiasm is felt from all corners and it is outstanding.
We are checking off the list. The never ending list. When we check off one thing we seem to find yet another thing in need of checking. Trying to break this cycle. Keep it simple. Keep it simple. Keep it simple. How many people have crossed oceans with n o t h i n g but a hull? A lot.
Knee deep in mud studying with no teacher. Head just above water in projects I can’t do on my own. Swimming in a sea of emails. Trying to understand my priorities even when they differ from others.
I know this feeling. This feeling of “never being ready”. I tell myself what I have so easily been telling everybody else for the last 5 years, “You will never feel ready, you just have to go.”…. thanks Jess easier said than done.
I am officially taking the St. Lawrence Seaway out to the Atlantic. Learning as much as I can about it. Please email me with any first hand advice on traveling this water-way in the month of May. Anchoring? Licenses required? Currents/tide? Ice bergs in the Gulf of St. Lawrence? South coast of Newfoundland? St. John? TELL ME EVERYTHING.
It’s March today. 46 days until my goal departure date. It’s a full on northern Michigan white-out today. Fuck. The boat is an hours drive from home in a storage unit. The Wizard (dad) and I are commuting often as possible to complete projects. Pardon my fuck this afternoon I am just in no mood to be censoring.
The only time the Wizard ever says the “F” word is when we are working on the boat. It brings me great joy when it slips. Just in case you were curious.
If all goes to plan Katie Girl will be making a guest appearance as we sail this ole yawl out of the Great Lakes next month. She always raises my moral in the crappiest and coldest of “shit-uations”. I know you all miss her, cause I do too.
CURRENT SITUATIONS :
The engine has been rebuilt. After many struggles we lowered it back into the kitchen where it hides under a secret door and rests. In theory lowering an engine back into it’s compartment is a simple task. All I have to say is that nothing is a simple task on a sailboat.
One step forward. Two steps back. Everytime.
The engine is not running yet. In fact the alternator and spacer to connect the transmission to the propeller is missing somewhere in our garage. Big problem. However it’s freshly painted and looks brand new and I just want to kiss it.
VHF & Seatalk instruments also missing somewhere on our property. How could this be you ask?!?! I l i t e r a l l y do not know. Probably because our property would qualify for the next episode of “Hoarders”. Another big problem.
A new head is being installed. No more stinky bladder from the 70’s. Surprised I just used the word “head” that was very nautical of me.
Luke is drawing plans and will be installing an inner-forestay as soon as he is state-side. Not to mention 37 other projects he is taking on while working a full-time job. Thanks babe.
Set of bullet proof Hyde Sails are currently being manufactured in Philippines.
We are rebuilding the entire steering system. Edson Marine you rock.
I’ve purchased a HYDROVANE. Bye bye savings and hello to what I think is going to be the greatest investment I’ve ever made. I’ve already named her – Penny. We haven’t met yet, but I am already having conversations with her.
We have locked down a SWITLIK life-raft god forbid we need to use it.
Having trouble finding valuble information on the Gulf of St. Lawrence… Ice bergs, tides, trade winds, anchorages, shipping, fog, etc. If you or anyone you know has sailed the St. Lawrence out to the Atlantic, I would love to hear from you. Anyone have charts?
We will have a Delorme InReach, and possibly an Iridium-Go as well. Advice on communication and receiving weather with either of these devices would be helpful.
Anyone have a Hydrovane? Just tell me how much you love it please cause I already sent the check.
Still in search of an appropriate medical kit / contacts who might be of assistance or have any loaner kits.
Does anyone have a drogue appropriately sized for a 37′ yawl ?!
SIDE NOTES :
Desireé is currently in a yard sale state. Bit and bits (so english) tossed everywhere. Clutter is my claustrophobia. I put on my blinders every time I go out to the boat and focus on exactly what we need to work on that day.
Luke will be here in two weeks. I didn’t think I was needy. I am getting needy. And right now – I need him.
Doing my very best to live this romance novel on international engagement but I am stuck on an extensive chapter about boats. Since deciding to cross an ocean together one would think we were business partners, not lovers. I remind us to take breaks in this chapter and turn back to the romantic pages because I am complicated and seek a scientific balance that has not yet been discovered. That being said – we do make damn good business partners.
The more I expose this experience to the world wide inter-web, the more difficult I find it to write. When I think about the people who may be reading I question every sentence. I do my best to just type to a screen. To nobody. To outer space.
I am understanding the power of a simple blog. How it has connected me in unimaginable ways. It’s wild.
Every night I lay down I think to myself – there is no way we can pull this off in the next month and a half.
Every morning I wake up I think to myself – we have every means, every ingredient, to pull this off in the next month and a half.
So here I am. Doing backflips up walls and then sweating in my panic room. Just trying to sail across an ocean.
Okay. Thank you. That’s all. Bye now.