SHIP'S LOG:
ABISHAG is all set to make the trip to Mystic to get hauled. The weather for the rest of the week is supposed to be less than perfect so it will probably be over the weekend. A couple of angels have come through and the cost will be covered making that concern not so much of a concern. When I get over to Mystic, after she is hauled and washed and blocked, I will stroll over to the Mystic Shipyard Brokers and put her up for sale. I think I am OK with it but then nothing has happened yet. It will probably be a whole different thing once the papers are signed and she goes on the block. Sometimes you just have to do tough things.
I have decide to write an article about this whole situation and shop it around to a bunch of sailing/boating/cruising magazines and see if any one of them may be willing to publish it. Writing the article will be a very good, cathartic process and, if it is published, I will actually get a little financial compensation to boot. No down side here. I have already come up with a tentative title, " A Dream Deferred." If I can't get it, I'll post it here.
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
I am a peace with the possibility of ABISHAG being sold. If things go well, there can be two scenarios: one she sells and one she doesn't. If she sells at a fair price, I'm out of debt and some money goes back into my retirement account. Of course, I could always forgo the retirement account and buy another, smaller, less expensive boat but probably not. Then again, you never know.
Of course, she might not sell as I might not be offered a fair price. Right now there are a lot, and I mean a LOT, of boats on the block. She is 32 years old; she is an uncommon boat for this side of the Atlantic being an English boat( at best guess, there are only four in the US); while sound and solid, she still needs some work to make her "Bristol." There is always the possibility that the condo will at last be sold and that would probably make it unnecessary to let her go. It may happen and it may not. I'll just deal with what comes. After all, she is really just a symbol and if growth, the maturity, the "taking control of my life" which she represents takes place, she will no longer be "absolutely" necessary. . . . . Still, I would like to make the sailing journey.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I Did An Awful Thing Today . . . .
SHIP'S LOG:
I did an awful thing today. I talked with a broker about selling ABISHAG. It is not a done deal and it is not a sure thing, but it was awful making that phone call.
The idea is that I will haul-out in Mystic and have the brokers handle the sale of ABISHAG. I will work over the fall, winter and spring to get her ready for next season, but if someone comes along with a good offer, I am afraid that I will have to let her go. I haven't been able to sell the condo. I have too much credit card debt. My income has taken a serious nose dive. I haven't won Powerball (hell, I have had one right number in two years). I really don't see any way out.
I still have to pay for the winter haul-out and launching, the maintenance that needs doing, and the launching in the Spring. I don't have to pay for the insurance as no one will insure me or her. Then there is registration with Connecticut and the fee at the Yacht Club. The problem is that there is just too much month left at the end of the money these days.
Like I said, it is not a done deal. No one may want to pay the asking price. The market after all, despite what the broker would have you believe, is really non-existent and now is the worst time to sell. There are lots of people wanting to dump their boats and save themselves the cost of winter hauling and storage. But we shall see what we shall see. It is an awful thing.
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
The toughest thing about selling your boat is getting your head around the idea that you are selling your boat. I look at all the work and effort I have put in since I have owned ABISHAG and I don't want to sell it. If it sells it is the end of "The Dream." Not really, of course, but it will seem that way. After all, a major, major component of the dream will be gone . . .the boat. Tough to sail away anywhere without a boat. I really don't expect her to sell. If I price her high enough I can guarantee that will be the case, but I just have to come to terms that if a good and fair prices comes, she has to go. The good thing will be that she will go to someone else who will be living their sailing dream, someone who is going to travel and journey. Knowing that will ease the pain of parting, a little but not all that much. Then again, there are lots of boats out there, so who knows what the future may bring.
When I bring to boat to the yard, I will meet with the brokers and begin the process. It is going to be like having a root canal done anally!
I did an awful thing today. I talked with a broker about selling ABISHAG. It is not a done deal and it is not a sure thing, but it was awful making that phone call.
The idea is that I will haul-out in Mystic and have the brokers handle the sale of ABISHAG. I will work over the fall, winter and spring to get her ready for next season, but if someone comes along with a good offer, I am afraid that I will have to let her go. I haven't been able to sell the condo. I have too much credit card debt. My income has taken a serious nose dive. I haven't won Powerball (hell, I have had one right number in two years). I really don't see any way out.
I still have to pay for the winter haul-out and launching, the maintenance that needs doing, and the launching in the Spring. I don't have to pay for the insurance as no one will insure me or her. Then there is registration with Connecticut and the fee at the Yacht Club. The problem is that there is just too much month left at the end of the money these days.
Like I said, it is not a done deal. No one may want to pay the asking price. The market after all, despite what the broker would have you believe, is really non-existent and now is the worst time to sell. There are lots of people wanting to dump their boats and save themselves the cost of winter hauling and storage. But we shall see what we shall see. It is an awful thing.
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
The toughest thing about selling your boat is getting your head around the idea that you are selling your boat. I look at all the work and effort I have put in since I have owned ABISHAG and I don't want to sell it. If it sells it is the end of "The Dream." Not really, of course, but it will seem that way. After all, a major, major component of the dream will be gone . . .the boat. Tough to sail away anywhere without a boat. I really don't expect her to sell. If I price her high enough I can guarantee that will be the case, but I just have to come to terms that if a good and fair prices comes, she has to go. The good thing will be that she will go to someone else who will be living their sailing dream, someone who is going to travel and journey. Knowing that will ease the pain of parting, a little but not all that much. Then again, there are lots of boats out there, so who knows what the future may bring.
When I bring to boat to the yard, I will meet with the brokers and begin the process. It is going to be like having a root canal done anally!
Monday, October 19, 2009
The Price Is Right!
SHIP'S LOG:
The weather in New England this year has been more weird that usual. This past week, two, count'em two Nor'Easters in a row. And snow! Snow in the middle of October! I can't stand it. I have got to get the boat out of the water soon!
I have been scuttling around trying to make the coin to pay for hauling the boat. I have even been trying to make money on the Internet. Boy, talk about scam city! I have actually made a little money - emphasis on "little" - but it is a lot of work. for ever site that will pay you for taking surveys, there are hundreds, even thousands that are scams. Lots of pyramid schemes that "promise" thousands a week and deliver nothing. And you pay for the privilege of getting ripped off. Considering the number of scam sites, people must really be desperate for money. I guess the economy is worse than people reality realize.
I finally screwed up the courage to figure out the cost of hauling/launching for this year -$1,832! It doesn't sound like all that much unless you don't have the $1,832. I am going to see if the yard will let me work off the price or at least a part of the price working in the yard. Other than that, it will really take some fancy dancing to come up with that amount. I would need at least $1,000 before they will haul the boat. And I would like to do it before November as having once moved a boat to a yard for winter hauling during a snow storm, I have now desire to do so again.
MASTER PERSONAL LOG:
I may have to put ABISHAG up for sale. I hate to say it but it may become necessary. I can't keep her if I can't pay for her. It is as simple as that. Unfortunately, I doubt there is much of a market right now, at least not for the price she is worth. It would really be awful to let her go now as with her would go the dreams as well. I was looking at other boats online to see if there is a less expensive boat but nothing that really could keep the dream alive. There are some "project boat" available at good prices but when you go through the expense of fixing them up, there really isn't much if any savings. This really sucks. And if I put her up for sale, I still have to maintain her, haul and launch and have a place to keep her during the summer until someone buys her. No real savings there. I know that God has a plan but I haven't a clue as to what it might be and I am trying, trying really hard, just to take it one day at a time and trust that God will come through is someway somehow. It gets tough to hold on though.
The weather in New England this year has been more weird that usual. This past week, two, count'em two Nor'Easters in a row. And snow! Snow in the middle of October! I can't stand it. I have got to get the boat out of the water soon!
I have been scuttling around trying to make the coin to pay for hauling the boat. I have even been trying to make money on the Internet. Boy, talk about scam city! I have actually made a little money - emphasis on "little" - but it is a lot of work. for ever site that will pay you for taking surveys, there are hundreds, even thousands that are scams. Lots of pyramid schemes that "promise" thousands a week and deliver nothing. And you pay for the privilege of getting ripped off. Considering the number of scam sites, people must really be desperate for money. I guess the economy is worse than people reality realize.
I finally screwed up the courage to figure out the cost of hauling/launching for this year -$1,832! It doesn't sound like all that much unless you don't have the $1,832. I am going to see if the yard will let me work off the price or at least a part of the price working in the yard. Other than that, it will really take some fancy dancing to come up with that amount. I would need at least $1,000 before they will haul the boat. And I would like to do it before November as having once moved a boat to a yard for winter hauling during a snow storm, I have now desire to do so again.
MASTER PERSONAL LOG:
I may have to put ABISHAG up for sale. I hate to say it but it may become necessary. I can't keep her if I can't pay for her. It is as simple as that. Unfortunately, I doubt there is much of a market right now, at least not for the price she is worth. It would really be awful to let her go now as with her would go the dreams as well. I was looking at other boats online to see if there is a less expensive boat but nothing that really could keep the dream alive. There are some "project boat" available at good prices but when you go through the expense of fixing them up, there really isn't much if any savings. This really sucks. And if I put her up for sale, I still have to maintain her, haul and launch and have a place to keep her during the summer until someone buys her. No real savings there. I know that God has a plan but I haven't a clue as to what it might be and I am trying, trying really hard, just to take it one day at a time and trust that God will come through is someway somehow. It gets tough to hold on though.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
A Whole New Nautical Community
SHIP'S LOG:
COLD doesn't begin to express what the temperature of the water was! If it was in the mid 50's I would be very surprised. Even more surprising was the condition of the prop. What a collection of sea creatures had set up housekeeping on it and the shaft. There were sponges. There were crabs. And of course there were barnacles. Boy, were there barnacles. Not only were they on every exposed surface of the prop and shaft, they were on the crabs as well. They were even on each other. Actually, they almost seemed as though they had been placed, lined up in rows so as to maximize the number of them that could be present. They were several layers deep wherever they were attached . And attached is the operative word! They resisted attempts to move them off. It was a question of scrape and go up for air. Scrape and go up for air again. Over and over again. The sponges were simple to remove and the crabs, once you touched them, vacated the area rather easily. But the barnacles, it was a real war. And even after all of the barnacles were removed, you still had to deal with the "glue" the left behind. Barnacles secrete something from their shells that they use to affix themselves to whatever surface they desire. Once you scrape the shells off, you have to scrape the "glue" off as well or else it acts like an invitation to other barnacles to come and attach themselves in place of those who were removed. And barnacle "glue" is something akin to crazy glue or super glue. Once in place it resists almost every attempt to remove it. You have to use a scraper and then bronze wool and lots of elbow grease. And it takes a lot, a lot of time. All of this done in cold, cold water. Does the term "hypothermia" mean anything to you.
And then there are the cuts! Barnacle shells have sharp edges and when you break them by trying to scrape them off, they develop more sharp edges. Every piece of unprotected skin, meaning every place you aren't wearing chain mail, Kevlar or any other type of armor, when it comes in contact with an edge, and no matter how careful you are they will, there will be a cut. It is something like rolling around in a bunch of rose bushes. No matter how careful, you will get cut. And then there is the fact that you are in salt water! Of course there is little chance that bleeding in the water will attract sharks, but it is a thought that enters your mind. And the odd fish that comes swimming by minding its own business sends a chill up and down your spine. You feel it even though you are already shivering from the cold water. Of course, the largest Great White Shark( remember from JAWS?) ever taken on rod and reel(23 feet), was taken off Montauk by Frank Mundus . . . a little over 10 miles away. Still, what are the chances? But the prop an shaft are clean and ABISHAG is ready for the eventual trip to Mystic for her winter slumber. I still haven't figured the cost yet.
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
Denial is more than a river in Egypt. I keep hoping that winter won't come but the last few days make it abundantly clear that it is coming and fast. The astronomical "winter" won't be here until December, but the atmospheric winter will be early this year. The Old Farmer's Almanac says that it is going to be cold and nasty with lots of snow. I was so hoping that all I was going to see of winter and cold and snow would be what was available in the Internet. I was planning to be deep in the South before the first flakes fell in God's Country, laughing at all of you stuck up here. I guess that God thought I was being unkind and decided that I should share your fate. So I will. Man, the thought of unloading the boat AGAIN is depressing. Going through the entire winterization process, even more depressing. The thought of not sailing in the sunshine and the hot weather in December, really depressing. C'est la vie!
COLD doesn't begin to express what the temperature of the water was! If it was in the mid 50's I would be very surprised. Even more surprising was the condition of the prop. What a collection of sea creatures had set up housekeeping on it and the shaft. There were sponges. There were crabs. And of course there were barnacles. Boy, were there barnacles. Not only were they on every exposed surface of the prop and shaft, they were on the crabs as well. They were even on each other. Actually, they almost seemed as though they had been placed, lined up in rows so as to maximize the number of them that could be present. They were several layers deep wherever they were attached . And attached is the operative word! They resisted attempts to move them off. It was a question of scrape and go up for air. Scrape and go up for air again. Over and over again. The sponges were simple to remove and the crabs, once you touched them, vacated the area rather easily. But the barnacles, it was a real war. And even after all of the barnacles were removed, you still had to deal with the "glue" the left behind. Barnacles secrete something from their shells that they use to affix themselves to whatever surface they desire. Once you scrape the shells off, you have to scrape the "glue" off as well or else it acts like an invitation to other barnacles to come and attach themselves in place of those who were removed. And barnacle "glue" is something akin to crazy glue or super glue. Once in place it resists almost every attempt to remove it. You have to use a scraper and then bronze wool and lots of elbow grease. And it takes a lot, a lot of time. All of this done in cold, cold water. Does the term "hypothermia" mean anything to you.
And then there are the cuts! Barnacle shells have sharp edges and when you break them by trying to scrape them off, they develop more sharp edges. Every piece of unprotected skin, meaning every place you aren't wearing chain mail, Kevlar or any other type of armor, when it comes in contact with an edge, and no matter how careful you are they will, there will be a cut. It is something like rolling around in a bunch of rose bushes. No matter how careful, you will get cut. And then there is the fact that you are in salt water! Of course there is little chance that bleeding in the water will attract sharks, but it is a thought that enters your mind. And the odd fish that comes swimming by minding its own business sends a chill up and down your spine. You feel it even though you are already shivering from the cold water. Of course, the largest Great White Shark( remember from JAWS?) ever taken on rod and reel(23 feet), was taken off Montauk by Frank Mundus . . . a little over 10 miles away. Still, what are the chances? But the prop an shaft are clean and ABISHAG is ready for the eventual trip to Mystic for her winter slumber. I still haven't figured the cost yet.
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
Denial is more than a river in Egypt. I keep hoping that winter won't come but the last few days make it abundantly clear that it is coming and fast. The astronomical "winter" won't be here until December, but the atmospheric winter will be early this year. The Old Farmer's Almanac says that it is going to be cold and nasty with lots of snow. I was so hoping that all I was going to see of winter and cold and snow would be what was available in the Internet. I was planning to be deep in the South before the first flakes fell in God's Country, laughing at all of you stuck up here. I guess that God thought I was being unkind and decided that I should share your fate. So I will. Man, the thought of unloading the boat AGAIN is depressing. Going through the entire winterization process, even more depressing. The thought of not sailing in the sunshine and the hot weather in December, really depressing. C'est la vie!
Monday, October 12, 2009
The Ending Of The Season
SHIP'S LOG:
It hasn't been what you would a particular good season this years. Few have really had the chance or the opportunity to enjoy their boats. The sole exception is the Barnacle. Considering their adherence to props around the Yacht club, this has been a truly bountiful season for the randy little bastards. Prolific doesn't even begin to describe them this year. Any underwater appendage of metal has, not the odd one or two, but a colony on every surface. In fact, barnacles are adhering to barnacles creating a dense mass in every thru-hull and on the prop. In addition, every unpainted underwater surface, has it's own colony growing. It is amazing as a month ago, there were few or none around, but now! WOW! I am not sure why but they are there in force. And they half to go. Now! The water is somewhere between 65 and 70 degrees (yeah, I know that sounds warm, but it ain't), more on the cold side than on the warm, and going for a dip now, while doable, will be a chore without a wetsuit. And I do not have one. But chilling as it is today, next week, even the end of this week it will be even more so.
And as I said, they have to go. It is not that they will cut your sailing spend that much, unless you are a serious racer looking for that 1/10 of a knot edge, but barnacles on your prop can, if not removed, really cut down on the engine making the boat move. A big colony can actually render the prop useless. An inconvenience when you are sailing can become a serious problem when you need your engine and with the time soon approaching to haul ABISHAG, I am going to need the engine-powered locomotion. Sailing to Mystic, about 6 miles, is a piece of cake but getting up the Mystic River to the marina absolutely demands the engine, and so the prop, be functioning at their best.
So it is that Columbus Day will be celebrated with a dip in the Thames River, scrapper in hand, evict the barnacles, one and all. I am sure that more than one barnacle will get revenge by inflicting a cut or two or more. It will be a cold, non-funny experience. It would have so much better in the Keys!
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
I haven't even figured out what it will cost to ave ABISHAG hauled for the winter. I have the contract and all I have to do is plug in the numbers, and I will know. But coward that I am, (that should be "financially destitute coward") I haven't done so as though somehow, the final figure will somehow be lower. After the "dip," will will figure it out. Might as well make the whole day a totally awful experience.
It hasn't been what you would a particular good season this years. Few have really had the chance or the opportunity to enjoy their boats. The sole exception is the Barnacle. Considering their adherence to props around the Yacht club, this has been a truly bountiful season for the randy little bastards. Prolific doesn't even begin to describe them this year. Any underwater appendage of metal has, not the odd one or two, but a colony on every surface. In fact, barnacles are adhering to barnacles creating a dense mass in every thru-hull and on the prop. In addition, every unpainted underwater surface, has it's own colony growing. It is amazing as a month ago, there were few or none around, but now! WOW! I am not sure why but they are there in force. And they half to go. Now! The water is somewhere between 65 and 70 degrees (yeah, I know that sounds warm, but it ain't), more on the cold side than on the warm, and going for a dip now, while doable, will be a chore without a wetsuit. And I do not have one. But chilling as it is today, next week, even the end of this week it will be even more so.
And as I said, they have to go. It is not that they will cut your sailing spend that much, unless you are a serious racer looking for that 1/10 of a knot edge, but barnacles on your prop can, if not removed, really cut down on the engine making the boat move. A big colony can actually render the prop useless. An inconvenience when you are sailing can become a serious problem when you need your engine and with the time soon approaching to haul ABISHAG, I am going to need the engine-powered locomotion. Sailing to Mystic, about 6 miles, is a piece of cake but getting up the Mystic River to the marina absolutely demands the engine, and so the prop, be functioning at their best.
So it is that Columbus Day will be celebrated with a dip in the Thames River, scrapper in hand, evict the barnacles, one and all. I am sure that more than one barnacle will get revenge by inflicting a cut or two or more. It will be a cold, non-funny experience. It would have so much better in the Keys!
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
I haven't even figured out what it will cost to ave ABISHAG hauled for the winter. I have the contract and all I have to do is plug in the numbers, and I will know. But coward that I am, (that should be "financially destitute coward") I haven't done so as though somehow, the final figure will somehow be lower. After the "dip," will will figure it out. Might as well make the whole day a totally awful experience.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
What A Day! ! !
SHIP'S LOG:
Monday was a "no sailing" day as there were small craft warnings up once again. It has been a strange couple of weeks as the only days when it didn't rain were the wind was blowing so hard that small craft warnings were posted. It is not that I can't sail in such weather, indeed as a boat built for the waters of the North Sea, ABISHAG would be perfectly at home in such conditions. Rather I never saw day sailing as a survival sport. I really enjoy a nice relaxing cruise, enjoying the interplay of wind and water and sun and me. Bashing just doesn't fit in that image. Now if I had a crew or two, pounding through can be a lot of fun but crew tends to be rather thin at this late time of the sailing season.
Yesterday (Tuesday) was perfect. The breeze was out of the south-west at about 12knots and it was crystal clear. There were few boats out nice long tacks were the order of the day. It was fast down the river, out to Seaflower Reef , hardening up to the Silver Eel Bell of fishers Island and then a great close hauled run on port tack to Barlett Reef, then another tack and back into the Thames on a run all the way back to the mooring. It was a perfect spoiled only by the guys in the orange zodiac escorting a sub out as I as coming in. Now a days, you have to stay way far away from all naval vessels and just to make sure you do, they are escorted in and out of the river by armed guys in zodiacs inflatables. I must have been a little too close (or perhaps they were just bored) and the zodiac zipped over. Rather than just call on the radio and telling me to change course and move farther away which is the standard procedure, they pulled up nearly along side while the guy manning the 60 cal. machine gun on the bow yelled, "Move it or loose it!" Very non-professional. Just give a guy a 60 caliber machine gun and they loose all sense of propriety and perspective.
My own inflatable, the dinghy, needed to by inflated a bit as it was loosing air somewhere. A slow leak somewhere, nothing of a worry except for the fact that every once in a while one had to do the "One-Footed- Hoppity-Dance" in order to pump it up. There is no graceful way to do this which is probably why most inflatable dinghy owners invest in an electrical air pump to handle the job. Needles to say, I do not own such a device though I am trying to figure a way to convert my Craftsman Tire Pump so that it can do double duty.
I made the journey over to the West Mystic Shipyard to get a contract for winter storage. I will fill it out today and then try to figure out how I am going to pay for it. Perhaps I will win POWERBALL. Doubtful, as the last year and a half has seen me get not one number right!
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
As much as I hate to admit it, the acceptance of wintering again in New England this year came rather easily. While I was really looking forward to going south, undertaking the great journey, I was also hesitant to do so. After last year, that is completely understand able, but it is not really the fear of something going wrong that causes the hesitation. I had the same feeling last year but it slowly disappear as I left New London for the first step south. The joy and excitement of being underway at last slowing superseded the hesitancy and it was completely gone by the time I dropped the hook in New Haven that night. of course, after that little "difficulty," it came back full bore and so there is a little bit of a feeling of relief that I am stuck here. So I will winter here, plan, and get the boat ready for spring launch, and then I will try it again. It will be interesting to see the ways in which God weaves whatever plan is on the drawing board this time. I have got to do this eventually
Monday was a "no sailing" day as there were small craft warnings up once again. It has been a strange couple of weeks as the only days when it didn't rain were the wind was blowing so hard that small craft warnings were posted. It is not that I can't sail in such weather, indeed as a boat built for the waters of the North Sea, ABISHAG would be perfectly at home in such conditions. Rather I never saw day sailing as a survival sport. I really enjoy a nice relaxing cruise, enjoying the interplay of wind and water and sun and me. Bashing just doesn't fit in that image. Now if I had a crew or two, pounding through can be a lot of fun but crew tends to be rather thin at this late time of the sailing season.
Yesterday (Tuesday) was perfect. The breeze was out of the south-west at about 12knots and it was crystal clear. There were few boats out nice long tacks were the order of the day. It was fast down the river, out to Seaflower Reef , hardening up to the Silver Eel Bell of fishers Island and then a great close hauled run on port tack to Barlett Reef, then another tack and back into the Thames on a run all the way back to the mooring. It was a perfect spoiled only by the guys in the orange zodiac escorting a sub out as I as coming in. Now a days, you have to stay way far away from all naval vessels and just to make sure you do, they are escorted in and out of the river by armed guys in zodiacs inflatables. I must have been a little too close (or perhaps they were just bored) and the zodiac zipped over. Rather than just call on the radio and telling me to change course and move farther away which is the standard procedure, they pulled up nearly along side while the guy manning the 60 cal. machine gun on the bow yelled, "Move it or loose it!" Very non-professional. Just give a guy a 60 caliber machine gun and they loose all sense of propriety and perspective.
My own inflatable, the dinghy, needed to by inflated a bit as it was loosing air somewhere. A slow leak somewhere, nothing of a worry except for the fact that every once in a while one had to do the "One-Footed- Hoppity-Dance" in order to pump it up. There is no graceful way to do this which is probably why most inflatable dinghy owners invest in an electrical air pump to handle the job. Needles to say, I do not own such a device though I am trying to figure a way to convert my Craftsman Tire Pump so that it can do double duty.
I made the journey over to the West Mystic Shipyard to get a contract for winter storage. I will fill it out today and then try to figure out how I am going to pay for it. Perhaps I will win POWERBALL. Doubtful, as the last year and a half has seen me get not one number right!
MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
As much as I hate to admit it, the acceptance of wintering again in New England this year came rather easily. While I was really looking forward to going south, undertaking the great journey, I was also hesitant to do so. After last year, that is completely understand able, but it is not really the fear of something going wrong that causes the hesitation. I had the same feeling last year but it slowly disappear as I left New London for the first step south. The joy and excitement of being underway at last slowing superseded the hesitancy and it was completely gone by the time I dropped the hook in New Haven that night. of course, after that little "difficulty," it came back full bore and so there is a little bit of a feeling of relief that I am stuck here. So I will winter here, plan, and get the boat ready for spring launch, and then I will try it again. It will be interesting to see the ways in which God weaves whatever plan is on the drawing board this time. I have got to do this eventually
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