Sunday, 22 December 2013

Cruising Sailing; Life is too short.


Princess Royal Sailing club, Albany Western Australia

22/12/2013  Cruising Sailing; Life is too short

My Aunty Sandra passed away this morning. I am feeling very torn between our adventure and my Mum in her time of grief.  It does make it hard, wanting to be in 2 places at once. But it also reinforces the point that we don’t know how long we have, so we need to make great use of the time we have on this earth.

There are or were a thousand reasons as to why Leanne and I should not have set off on our great cruising sailing adventure. From business reasons, family reasons and definitely financial reasons, all were like rubber bands holding us back from pursuit of our dream.

Every time we spent money on something for the boat, such as the new flexible type solar panels, or a bigger dinghy we stressed, argued and worried over whether we were throwing money at a pipe dream.

Even now that we have left on our adventure, and the going gets a bit tough, we have to remind ourselves that adventure does involve getting out of the comfort zone.

Yesterday was a case in point. We had planned to sail just 20 nautical miles from Albany to Two
Peoples Bay.  We left at a leisurely pace meandering along in company with Zofia and Urchin. We were just congratulating ourselves on another diamond day, when the wind picked up.

With the wind came the waves and all of a sudden the swell got into the action too. Within perhaps half an hour we now had three metre swells coming towards us, along with 20 knots of wind just off our bows. Conditions had gone from quite ideal to quite uncomfortable within half an hour.

After Easy Tiger was bounced, jiggled and jostled for the next three hours as we rounded the rocky headlands and around the semi submerged reefs. Then we finally pulled the sails down and set the anchor, it would be true to say that we really had more than an enough for one day. That was when I did have a cursory thought that sitting at home on the big comfy lounge chair, watching cricket on the telly might be a better way to spend a Sunday. Surely it has to be better than out here in choppy sea, getting windswept and wondering if the anchor has set so that the boat won’t be blown on to the rocks.

As I said it was only a cursory thought. Because this morning as I put on my wetsuit, it reminded me of those constricting bands of mortgage payments, job pressures and day to day issues that we all seem to invent and then put on ourselves.

As I jumped into water that was so clear it was like air, it rammed home for me that a bad day out here on our adventure is way better than sitting home staring at a TV.

Life is too short to be sitting around watching others make the most of it.

Easy Tiger  anchored in another ideal setting.
















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