28.12.08

ten degrees starboard.





What was supposed to be a two week sailing trip from Wilmington, North Cakalacky to Saint Martin turned into three weeks at sea with stops in The Bahamas, Turks and Caicos, and Puerto Rico. The purpose of the trip was to deliver a 38 Leopard Catamaran for a wealthy British fellow. It was rather arduous, but a great adventure.

THE UNPLEASANT: Not being home on Christmas Day. Trying to sleep when it sounds like your boat will tear apart at any second. Pounding into 15 foot seas for four days straight. Puking my guts out. Breaking every coffee cup on the boat. Cruise ships. Feeling completely wet, greasy, and salty and not being able to get dry because everything else is wet, greasy, and salty. Being completely exhausted simply from the never ending work of keeping yourself from falling over. Feeling really small.

THE ENJOYABLE: Catching 10 Mahi-Mahi. Getting paid to be on the water. Seeing some of the most beautiful water in the world. Putting a reef in the Main in 35 knots of wind. Seeing four new islands. Practicing my Spanish with pretty Puerto Rican girls. Diving for Conch. Fresh Conch salad. Lobster. Empanadas and Medalla's. Playing dominoes with the locals. Seeing every star in the sky. Feeling really small.


2.12.08

The open road


A song I wrote:

The open road it calls my name
It's not fortune, or power, nor is it fame
But blacktop and freedom and some new place
The open road it calls my name

My good gal she is left behind
At times I think I've lost my mind
To leave a girl as fair as she
But the open road can be unkind

The open road it calls my name
My heart it cannot yet be tamed
For the unknown and unseen haunt me still
The open road it calls my name

My addiction is not to whiskey or dice
About hookers and cocaine I don't think twice
Just waves and cultures and people I'll meet
The open road it is my vice

And I'll travel this road until I die
And then I'll go up into the sky
And when I pass through those pearly gates
Down that open road I will fly