Getting Ready to Skedaddle

My 2nd cousin told me the only unconditional love occurs between a parent and their offspring. And only in that direction. The offspring still has a choice. How this applies to parents who abandon their children, I don’t know.

I had my heart broken before and I think it was because she realized that I am a selfish human. I’m not going to rationalize a defense. Some people are happy that I am out traveling, some are unhappy that I am leaving. It is what it is. The world is a big place and the soul an even bigger one. I’m going to keep running around until I find a place within that feels good.

5:48 AM, April 23, 2015. I’m sitting in my boat, at the dock in City Marina, Key West, FL. The last 45 minutes or so were spent scanning the walls and ceiling of the boat using the light from my smartphone screen. The tan colored cork wall shows a dark trail where raindrops form small streams. These streams form puddles to keep your technology company and smother them with affection. There is now a lot of technology on this boat: Flatscreen TV, BlueRay, this MacBook Air, phones, and a ‘modded’ XBOX with over 5,000 games ($120 on amazon; if you don’t have one, you’re waisting your life). On the ceiling, silver circles grow in depth and fall to the pillow where my face is exposed. It rained hard, but nothing compared to the wet season we are going to experience in Guatemala. Our boat is much more “dry” than it ever has been since we owned it through lots of epoxy and varnish. Today is an important day for my brother, Chris (experienced sailor catching a ride), and me because it is our last day living at the dock.

The dock is a wonderful place where you can almost be sure to get home dry with goods intact. Using a kayak or powered dinghy leaves the common possibility that you and your goods will be soaking wet by the time you return home. The dock is good for stumbling home from a night of partying. Paddling drunk is tricky, but not as difficult as fixing an outboard, which happens about once a week it seems. These are your chores when you live on the water. No cutting the grass or washing the cars, but fixing the motor because it’s time to buy corn tortillas, fruit, and stainless steel bolts to mount gear to the deck.

The dock is very under appreciated by those living there. In a little over 24 hours we will be motoring to the other side of Stock Island (Boca Chica Channel) to drop the hook and look for our old ground tackle, left under 10 feet of water and over 2 years ago. There is a good Danforth anchor, a heavy duty swivel, and chain. With preparation expenses constantly stacking up, it would be nice to save a couple hundred bucks.

April 24, 11:44PM

Chris is handing cans to me to store under a seat in the cabin. Buying and storing $315 worth of budget groceries is not a quick task. We planned to leave this morning, then this afternoon, and now we are going to make our swift departure soon after daylight before the dock master gets to work.

Sailboats are comical. It is becoming more and more obvious that sailors are just little kids playing make-believe. It’s 2015. Sailboats were outdated about a hundred years ago. Airplanes can bring me to Central America for under $200. After spending $280 this morning on power and slip fees, I went and bought provisions. We’ve been spending about $600 each month on the boat since August. Tomorrow I will look for more things I can spend money on.

The boat already made it to Mexico two weeks after we bought it and some used sails. Every new purchase makes it clear that other parts of the boat need to be replaced. Creature comforts are so abundant there is no room to lay down. There is enough clothes to keep a salvation army in business for the rest of the summer. If one of our towels gets dirty, have no fear, there are 13 more full sized beach towels that will keep the closet mold nice and healthy. If we make it through the Ramen noodles, well then we’ll just have to start on the 6lbs of spaghetti or hundred canned goods or the 20+ pounds of rice or the oatmeal or dried fruit or the 5lb box of crackers. Hopefully we can survive the 10 days on the water with our meager provisions. I’d say we have a good 60 to 80 extra meals. The hallway and cockpit will be fine to store them. Who needs to walk anyway. Maybe we can build monkey bars to climb around the cabin. I’ll sleep in the water to save space…

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