I’m having trouble keeping it from sounding like a travel guide.
I want to write about what the trip meant to me, how it felt.
What were my fears and triumphs?
What were my expectations?
Sometimes that flows easily, sometimes not.
The world, my world, had settled down into a muddy pool so deep I couldn’t find a way out. Then, out of the blue, a sailing boat came my way. It changed my world.
I started to dream of where I could go and how I’d get there. I began researching the possibilities, the what, where, and how. The more I studied, the more a realized that many others had taken this path, that there was a history to understand, a story I’d been unaware of.
People have been traveling the oceans for centuries, but in the 70’s, a cruising revolution quietly began, and people started to travel on small boats, sailboats, all over the world. This story has, and still is, inspiring the young and old to go. Go away, go far, explore.
I took the story to heart. It would become my story, and I devoured all the information I could find on the subject. I learned about sailing and boat engines and epoxy. I learned about weather and waves and anchors. I became an expert armchair sailor. Then took my little boat out to practice what I’d learned, and quickly fell in love.
I’d planned to travel alone, solo sailing my way North, but then I found someone to share my adventure with, and again, my world changed. We planned together, looking at maps and cruising guides. We went out sailing, staying out on anchor longer and longer. We could do this, and our plans began to take shape.
I can’t remember how many times we sat and talked about where we wanted to go, where we could go, the places we dreamed of exploring. It seemed so big, so far away, but we kept planning. Two places in Canada became the poster children for our adventurous spirits, Princess Louisa Inlet at the base of the Canadian Rockies, and Squirrel Cove in Desolation Sound.
That was about two years ago, and much has happened in that time. We’ve taken the long trip up Jarvis Inlet to spend ten days immersed in the beautiful wonder of Princess Louisa. Today, a week later, I’m writing this post sitting at anchor in peaceful Squirrel Cove, in the heart of Desolation Sound.
Unless you already like boats and feel the need to drastically change your life, I’m not going to tell you to buy a sailboat and go exploring.
I would hope that everyone, at least once, gets to see some unique part of our natural world in an epic and meaningful way. An amazing sunset seen from your backyard is pretty great, but climb a mountain peak to see the sun set over half the world, and you will begin to understand as we do, how big and beautiful the world can be.
Dream, plan, love, go.