I was thinking how long the winter will be, how much skiing and playing I will be able to get in. Then POW! I have a boat and all of a sudden mid-April is not far away, in fact it seems like next week.
We where the Corn Brothers. Sweet Corn (that’s me) and Cream Corn (Darin). Affectionately know as Sweetie and Creamy. How we ended up with such a silly set of nick names is point of history that we often debate.
I have reached the farthest point from home I shall be.
So again I find myself awake at 3A.M. Though across the street from me is a Waffle House.
Traveling at such a pace with the motion of the water, the motion of the boat strips me of all pretense, strips me to my core, and at the center of me I find wonder. Total amazement with the world around me.
Columbia, Missouri. A nice college town. I have landed in the center of the university district, at what must be the half way point in my journey cross country. The time is passing quickly. Hard to believe that I will be in DC tomorrow. Just 2 days ago it was difficult to conceive of this […]
This at first seemed a puzzle. How could I, at six foot three, fit under the storage platform when it is 3/8 lower than I am tall?
Today we head for blue water to put her through the paces, to look at the ballerina dance.
I have been chasing, thinking, moving towards a dream that was born over 15 years ago. To buy a boat and sail away from the things of man. Now as I sit in our house in the mountains I am less than 12 hours from getting on a plane to go look at a sail […]