Turquoise Seas to New England Trees
Blue mountains to the north of the walls, White river winding about them; Here we must make separation And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass
Mind like a floating wide cloud,
Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance. Our horses neigh to each other as we are departing.
-Rihaku (Ezra Pound translation)
This is the poem that always comes to mind when I leave someone or
something in pursuit of a new adventure or drastic change in scenery.
My voyage came full circle as I walked out of the Greyhound Bus
terminal at South Station. I was looking for my mothers car, but became
distracted by the contrast between my golden skin and hair and the quiet, crisp
colors of New England emerging from winter. I was really home.
The turquoise waters were absolutely surreal
and living aboard a boat was magical.
I look forward to doing it over and over again, someday.
I walk my darling dog in my favorite field,
I know where I am going and think about where I've been.
I smile at the trees and beaches and mountains around me,
I feel like a part of the landscape,
Maine is the place I go to make sense of everything else.
Though there will be times when I worry about and miss Colby,
he has proven himself to me, to be a beyond strong sailor -my captain!
Capable of handling Neptune himself.
And after five months time I am finally back cuddling with PASHA
I've determined that I will never go on another long voyage
without my dog.
"Outside of a dog, a book is a mans best friend.
Inside of a dog it is too dark to read"
Above: Colby in Hatchet Bay. Eleuthera Island, Bahamas.
Locals wait as mail, food and other deliveries are
unloaded off the supply boat from Nassau.
I should tell you about our friend Josh. He is from New York
and solo sailed to the Bahamas. Not only is he an extremely
skilled fisherman, oyster farmer, sailor and surfer...he is
also unbelievably generous and hilarious. It felt like we all
knew each other for a lifetime. From The Bahamas to Saint Augustine,
Josh and his boat Esperance became companions to Jenny Ives & crew.
Oh, he named his boxer dog CharleyTuna.
(Cobly, Josh and Mahi Mahi. Port Lucaya, Bahamas, Easter Evening)
We caught wind of a house party in the Bahamas,
a band from Spain that did all Rolling Stones covers played into the early hours,
open bars and fancily dressed, pretty people from around the world filled
the Bahamian mansion. Lenny Kravitz's producer told me I was a good dancer, I
told him he and Lenny Kravitz should order some custom boat farm pottery.
Josh was our cruising buddy and it felt nice to know that we weren't
all alone floating out there during the crossing back to Florida.
It was a strange one.
Unexpected weather mixed with food poisoning.
We were hove-to, which is defined as:
The condition of a vessel with her head sails aback, so as to deprive her of way.
Even after the passage it seemed that the nausea, dry heaving,
fever and lack of appetite would never go away.
I remember my only worry being that
I wouldn't have an appetite for Scorpion Bowls and crab rangoons with my brother!
Thankfully, I am 100% better and the feast mentioned above is happening tonight
Off the coast of Florida bound for Cape Canaveral
Colby caught a pelican, tangled in his dragging fishing line.
Together we freed the panicked bird, that was a sight to see.
This is a photo of a photo of Colby, taken by Ed of Manatee.
Ed and his wife Mo, were our neighbors in Hatchet Bay. They
became people I would never forget when they helped me to reset
a dragging anchor and Mo, a retired nurse, gave me Benadryl and Cortisone
(and a cocktail too!) when my legs broke out in a bug bite rash.
And to OWEN
so far away in Australia...
you may be still in medical school,
but to me you are already a doctor.
Be it the spider bite on my forehead or the sand fly rash from the Bahamas,
Thank you for sweetly convincing me that I was not dying from a flesh eating disease.
At the Pirate & Treasure Museum in Saint Augustine, Florida.
"If you had fought like a man, you needn't be hanged like a dog"
(a lady pirate to her partner Captain Calico Jack 1720's)
(Oh! P.S. Don't forget to ask Colby about his experience with U.S. CUSTOMS)
Speaking of tough ladies...
a big pat on the back to my kid sister
for her acceptance into
and her plans to section-hike the
this upcoming summer.
Nobody can do it all like a Wyman Girl.
and to those curious of the blog hiatus...
I needed to think deeply
regarding the way I told my story,
the characters I did and did not include
and the picture I was painting with my photographs and prose...
And I concluded
(with help from Mark Twain)
"I do not claim that I can tell a story as it ought to be told.
I only claim to know how a story ought to be told..."