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Z is for zzzzzz

5/11/2016

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Z is for zzzz
The last letter is about the best anchorage, a quiet respite after the perfect sailing day, falling into bed tired and happy and ready to sleep. It’s those few minutes laying awake listening to the wind and water interact with the boat. Your mind calms down, eyes close, a happy sigh.

I’ve saved the best for last because it is the first of my wishes. Do you dream of this? It is my dream too.
That place exists.
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If you have experienced this I envy you..
I hope to meet you there some evening for a sundowner, or perhaps a game among friends. I want to hear your story before heading off to sleep.


To all the other dreamers, I’ll meet you there.
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May 04th, 2016

5/4/2016

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The camera pans across the bridge of a large freighter. The crew is ready at the helm, the Captain steadfast and master of all he sees. The first mate, binoculars permanently attached to his eyes, stops, points off the bow and utters pure gibberish. Subtitles (because all humungous freighters seem to have foreign crews) tell us he has spotted another vessel on an intercept course!  Alarms sound, people run everywhere, and we see the Captain squint his eyes then utter that one terrifying word…”sailboat!”.

Yah, right. This is where I normally wake up in a sweat, the nightmare/dream still fresh in my mind. I know a sailboat under sail has the right of way, but isn't it a bit like playing chicken with a locomotive? For all I know nobody is even up there, the thing could be driving itself!​

As I fall back asleep, my mind reviews emergency tacking, what little I’ve read about maritime law, and wether I paid that last life insurance premium.
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May 03rd, 2016

5/3/2016

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No dock side campfire of wannabe sailors would be complete without a rousing debate on using the wind and the sails to move the boat. NOT the engine.
The tales pile higher and deeper about sailing right up to the mooring ball, slipping off the hook like a ballet dancer or my favorite, ghosting into the marina slip on a wisp of air.
Let’s face it, the perfect wind is a rare thing. Thats why we have to learn so much about controlling the sails.
I’ll keep dreaming about that perfect wind, but until then you are most likely to hear me swear at the gust that just cost some laundry.
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Y is for Yacht

5/1/2016

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