5NM WEST OF EDEN
NW BREEZE
ROLL FROM THE SOUTH
THE SEA IS DANCING SILVER
SHE RISES RELUCTANTY AND LETS IT SLIP BY
SHE HAS RACED MOST OF HER LIFE
SHE KNOWS IT AND I FEEL IT
NOT IN HER PRIME NOR OVER THE HILL
I HEAR WHAT SHES FEELING
"STEPHEN, DROP THAT #2, AND GET RID OF THE REEFS"
BUT SHES KIND AND GENTLE AND SHES TEACHING ME TO SAIL
WITH A TEAR IN MY EYE AND A LUMP IN MY THROAT
OH WHAT A FEELING
Think of me what you will
5nm west of Eden. Been a tsunami down there? Look out for the trees when the water recedes.
I think you're in trouble if you're W of Eden!!
But seriously, I know exactly how it feels!
Nice one. Thats where the magic is. I feel it all the time. Realising your place in the universe and life and what it all means and the boat under your feet. Nice.
No need to be sorry. I pointed it out to reduce my envy of you being out there on a day like today. Sex doesn't compare. Or maybe!!
No need to apologise in getting your position west of Eden. Plenty of top navigators with a proud history of doing the same.
I remember hearing the lady running the sked (at Penta Comstat ?) in the Montague Island race in the early 90's, querying a very forth right navigator who gave his position as roughly 2miles west of Canberra. You could hear the rest of his crew laughing in the background as he hastily corrected his co-ordinates.
Enjoy the trip
Select to expand quoteLexmark said...
OPPS East of !!!!
Sorry
East of Eden .... a classic novel by John Steinbeck
Sex is one thing and sailing is another.
Sex while you have one hand on the tiller and the other on the main sheet is very intense. Believe me, I have done it and it is sensational.
Sailing while naked is another great experience. The feeling of freedom is fantastic!!
Walking around naked on deck in an anchorage shared by other yachts is bad behavior.
May your sails be full of wind, your belly full of food and your fridge full of cold beer.
Select to expand quoteMorningBird said...
Cisco, that is not a pleasant vision!
Is that your spinnaker pole ..... or are you just pleased to see me?
I knew a snorkeler from eden, used to eat abalone.. theres one rock not on charts somewhere in twofold, huge mussels and secret lobster nook...
Cannot stop laughing that as one proudly sailor cruising along, snorkel man decides to stand on reef barely two feet below low tide. How can i describe a sailors antics when he realises something is very very wrong?
Umm, yeah! Vote 1 fer sex dahlings...
