Our journey hasn’t been what I expected, yet more then hoped for. To go, to head out ‘there’ looking for adventure. To explore as far as possible is the dream of many a sailor. But a funny thing happened in the last four months. We have been learning so much. How to sail, how to anchor safely, how to live in such a small space. It seems I had to learn about exploring. We are no longer novices to the islands, and what we have found is that the drive to explore doesn’t require miles and miles under the keel. We have seen amazing things, experienced sunsets and cities, tidal streams and vast expanses of calm dark water. We have watched otters play next to the boat, endless schools of tiny fish ripple the bay at sunset. This too is exploration.
The things that have broken are fixed, the unused let go, the needed acquired. We are safe and comfortable and love fills each day and each path in front of us. And this is exploration.
The future follows the weather report and tides. I study these looking for safe passage, and no matter how long or short, after each we celebrate,. This is how we explore.
We have been fortunate to meet so many interesting people. Some will be life long friends. This happens at the dock, in port. You may not think of this as exploring, but we do.
I have never traveled so slowly for so long, seen so much wildlife, made so many friends, learned so much, loved so unconditionally. Each morning I awake and want to explore more.