March 8, 2006
Man-o man… What a difference a day can make.
As we left the docks at Naples, the wind was at about 16 from the north east and as I headed south on the channel, for the 3.5 miles to Gordon Pass I was wondering if I was going to have enough engine to get through the surf that was building in my head. As I rounded the turn to the west, the sea looked calm and wonderful. The pass wasn’t pounding like it was when I came in and we just putted out past marker #1 and set sail.
With a full main and full jib the day began at around 1000 hours. We knew we only had about 30 miles to go so the sail would be great. The wind was coming from the north east, so we opened the sails and just bobbed up the coast at around 5 mph. The wind dropped for a couple of hours to 3 to 4 mph, but we weren’t in a hurry, so we just sailed farther off the coast on a broad reach and waited to see if the wind would pick up. It did and got up to about 10 to 12 and we changed our tack to due north and just sailed right on up the coast to Matanzas Pass and arrived at our slip at about 1800 hours.
It was a beautiful day. At one point I was in that zone where I was connected with the wind, sun, boat and seas, listening to some mellow Michael McCloud, pushing along at about 6.2 and pretty much connected with the entire universe. At that point Pat, who was on the deck reading a book, looked back at me and said, “What a great day.” I busted out laughing from deep in my belly! That was the biggest understatement that I had ever heard. At that moment, I couldn’t put into words the kind of day it was. It just was. No words could describe the peace and cosmic connection that was going on in my head and when Pat said those words, it was like a mental orgasm. Absolutely incredible.
Dolphins, flying fish, pelicans, and assorted birds floating around made our trip home one of the best days I’ve ever had on the water. Fair winds, 1 to 3 foot seas, just couldn’t get any better. There is nothing like the sound of riding with flowing seas and as you surf over a 3 foot wave and that rush of water pushes from the sides of the boat. What a sound. Over and over again. Laying back with my head on the stern rail padded by a bunch of rope and my foot on the wheel, just barely conscious, but completely aware. Just a state of Is.
Pat brought us in without a hitch. She’s getting pretty good with Magic Wind and I think she is starting to accept “the other women” and that is wonderful.
Man-o-man… What a difference a day can make.
March 9, 2006
Waking up on Magic Wind, reflecting on our trip and looking at my notes makes me belive that I live in paradise and that paradise is a state of mind. Life is good and I am so thankful of all I have and also the lack of things I have which makes this life possible.
As long as I have my sailing partner Pat and a sturdy ol’ boat, and family and friends to share it all with, I think I have the world by the balls and I won’t let go…
The day is new and I have things to do so I’m off. Magic Wind is safe and sound and needs a fresh water bath which she will truly enjoy.