The fjords of South East Alaska are the most challenging and unforgiving waters in the whole world. Even Captain Cook himself said so, and he’s the one who first chartered the whole Pacific. It takes years to learn to navigate those rocky shore lines with their massive tides and angry storms. I learned as a young commercial fisherman. You have to have a wise old captain teach you. It takes many years before you can earn a command of your own vessel. Big John taught me. And I love him for it. He introduced me to the salty mistress that still surges in my veins like the rise and fall of tide. The sea is really in my blood. And I owe that joy to John. I don’t want to see my boat die tied to the dock. That’s not a good death. If I can’t be free, I at least want my boat to be. She needs to crest the waves and feel the sea spray on her decks. She needs to feel fair winds and a following sea once again.
Yes, I love that boat. For the last 7 years I’ve been holding onto the dream of getting out and going back to sail those waters that are so dear to me, and so interwoven with my soul. But those dreams are sinking. And I need to let them go. A thing neglected slips away — no matter how precious it may be. I have to open my hand, accept an unknown future, and give up all hope of a better past.
Note: We recently learned that a baby born, 01/16/2019, was named after Schaeffer Cox! Congratulations to the couple and to Schaeffer Cox.