I ask "How fast does it go?" and he said "Fast enough". On further questioning I found that it went 6 knots. "One hundred and forty four nautical miles in a day" he said "during which time I sleep, read and eat. I also do repairs and keep watch. In 21 days I can be more than 3000 N miles from here". I had never thought of it that way. Breathing in and out, sleeping, reading and just living and letting the wind take me away. I fell for it and went sailing. -Tom Swaim-

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Saturday, August 30, 2008

Old Fools Journal: Is This The Last Great Adventure?

Is this the Last Great Adventure?

Mostly it's considered stupid and reckless but that is the opinion of government officials, law enforcement and media people some of whom are doing the same stupid reckless thing. There was no end of opinion and advice when I was sailing on the pacific in a 21 foot boat with no radio and no way to indicate an emergency or need of help other than frantically waving my arms. I didn't want to be rescued. I sailed with the assurance that however it turned out it would be my fault or glory and so it was.

This adventure I did not seek and I don't know if I really want it but here it comes much as war comes to the innocent and unknowing. I have dealt with the fringes of hurricanes and typhoons over the years and mostly it was ho hum. I have a feeling this is not going to be ho hum. I have never seen the eye of a hurricane but always wanted to and live to tell about it however you have to survive the eye wall to do that. There lies the difficulty.

It's a beautiful evening with a temperature of 86*F, humidity about 30% and an occasional light breeze from the east at 6:00PM. We are bathed in hazy sunshine as the sun prepares to set. The difference between now and 50 years ago is TV and the Internet to remind you that you have squandered your natural resources and now you better get the hell out or you are going to die. If you choose to stay you are under house arrest. I have a feeling that those who choose to stay will be equalized by the great god of hurricanes.

I feel like a fly on a white kitchen table in a room full of cooks with fly swatters.

In other news

Whilst going through my lumber pile this afternoon trying to uncover some old plywood to board up my windows I discovered a large snake. Now we have a lot of snakes and usually I just send them on their way but this one looked different and dangerous. I called in my resident snake expert and she said I was right and that it was a rattle snake. I have seen a lot of rattle snakes but never one like this. I said “lets just send it on its way” she said “no they are territorial and it will be here forever. Go get me the axe”. Now I want you to know that I can blow a hole in your forehead in a heartbeat and without regret or guilt if you threaten me or my family but killing critters that are just hanging out makes me sick. She said “your grand daughter plays right here”.
I got the axe.
It struck the axe twice but little did it know that an axe has a heart of steel and does not care. Fangs and venom squirting and a fight to the death but there is nothing equal to a 98 lb woman with an axe that is protecting her young.
Remind me not to threaten her young.

The snake is hung on the fence with respect to display its grandeur. The fence is four foot high. The killer is sitting in the background. Excuse the mess we are cleaning up for our own doom.

The Snake was trying to live in a place that was threatening to its life and paid the price.
We are living in a place that is threatening to our lives and will pay the price. It may be in installments or in one lump sum but we will pay.
I am fearful tonight.

Aeronaut, retired