We read from Bernard Moitessier's sailing diary of his around the world adventure with his wife Francois. He is the French mystic who decided on a solo race to not return to the crowds and accolades in England. Instead he decided to leave the race and sail half way around the world again to Tahiti. I think that I understand his need to follow his heart and avoid civilization's expectations.
Early this morning we were awakened by the rocking and rolling of the boat. Rollers were coming in on the flood tide. We stayed awake as the boat heaved. The wing howled through the rigging and I had to bungee the halyard to a shroud to keep it from slapping.
After dropping off to sleep when the tide changed, we were rudely awakened by our faithful Labrador who was heaving up pieces of undigested chew from her after dinner treat. Those "urca gurkas" bring me instantly awake. After cleaning things up and washing up her blanket over the side, we then went about the business of fixing breakfast.
We have hearty stomachs and weren't deterred by a bit of dog sickness. (Apologies to those of you eating now). So we fixed a cheese omelet, had yogurt and toast, orange juice and coffee. After some reading, we will row to shore, build a fire, and relax on the beach.
Thanks for your comments yesterday. I do feel whole and happy today. I'm not in a pitying mood, not thinking about the future but enjoying the day. Even our dog is happy to have had her breakfast. She was napping in the cockpit, dreaming of chasing ghost crabs and checking her "pee-mail" on the beach.