First I have to backpedal.
When I last put pen to paper (yes, quite literally that’s what I do) I’d finished packing for a short trip.
That’s when Fashion through the Ages grabbed me. And the Fashion that never goes out of Fashion.
But there’s another story behind that four-day trip. And a lesson, as always.
The Captain, bless the poor man, always need a project. More specifically, a boating project.
And thus it came to be.
Months and months of dithering, talking himself into it, talking himself out of it. Researching and reading and calling. Dithering some more.
I guess it was inevitable. The boy with the eternal “need for speed” inside the seventy-three year old man, capitulated.
Not new, but new to us, a forty-foot Sea Ray 400 Express Cruiser, aptly named The Journey, joined the Adams's Family.
I do love the name and won’t change it. She’s low enough at about twelve feet to fit under the fixed bridge at home.
Translate that into – late afternoon the Captain can sit in his chair in the sunroom with his libation and stare at his new toy. And simply step out the house, across the back lawn, onto the dock and onto his new baby to tinker away to his heart’s content.
I’m a Super Happy Camper as there is enough “stuff” to do on our new/old boat to keep him occupied and happy and satisfied for quite some time to come.
Also, I think I’ve mentioned before that the Captain on a boat is my dream man?
But the The Journey was in Hilton Head SC and had to be fetched. A three hour rental car ride (my day started at 4.30 am), got us there.
A couple of hours later we were on our way.
The Journey cruises at more than twice the speed than what I’m used to. The ride is smooth and I had just accustomed myself to the noise of the powerful engines when he throttled back sharply to idle speed.
I gulped, dropped my knitting and said –
“I don’t know if this is right,” he said.
Okay. Ninety degree turn to starboard, open throttle and off we go.
I started knitting again.
The next time the throttle dropped to zero I calmly enquired,
This time his response was, “I think I screwed up.”
Ehhh. There are stretches in the ICW where it’s wide open water with marshy areas, the odd small uninhabited island and nothing else. You are dependent on markers and buoys and a wrong turn can cost you dear.
I checked our surroundings. Pretty desolate it was except for a small fishing boat in a nearby marsh.
“Let’s ask someone,” I brightly suggested.
I got the look. Yes, THAT look.
We turned back. Our first choice had been the right one after all. And it was pretty embarrassing. To pass, again, a much slower catamaran. Not having been side tracked, it was still faithfully going along the correct route.
So my thoughts got under way. As always.
You’re set on a course with everything you need. But a side trip suddenly looks better. And off you go.
If you find you’ve made a mistake, don’t be too proud to admit to the error. And turn back to the course you know to be true.
1 Peter 2:25 (KJV)
For ye were as sheep going astray; but are now returned unto the Shepherd and Bishop of your souls.