Last weekend Riley and I decided to go for a mini weekend cruise to reward ourselves for not shooting anybody during the Poulsbo Third of July Fireworks. I was abundantly thankful that neither my boat nor any of my neighbor’s boats were harmed, bumped into, or even glared at. In fact as I was staying on my boat during that cloudy, off and on rainy day, scrubbing Libby’s teak, she and I were recognized by two people who read this blog! It made me feel so popular! Hello Jason and Dan. Jason was kind enough to invite me to a par-tay, but I had to stay with my boat to make sure she was safe through the night of chaos. Thanks for the invite, though, Jason, I wanted to come.
Though we’re approaching winter here in the Pacific Northwest, I felt it was prudent to go on an overnight sailing adventure to somewhere. What’s the point of living on a sailboat, I said, if one doesn’t sail it anywhere to stay the night? I couldn’t have had this spurring thought in early September, when the sun shone warmly–no, no, I had to get the cruising bug well after the cold temperatures had caught hold. I have a propensity to make life a little harder for myself. Oh well.