We spent a couple of nights at Fair Haven Yacht Club on Little Sodus Bay — when we left yesterday on our way to get fuel ended up on a sandbar and needed to call for help to get towed out
Sensei turned me onto the Alan Watts lecture above — If you have the time I highly recommend listening to it — it’s a brilliant takedown of story-driven living.
We’ve become convinced that one of the main results of aging — at least for us — is to tell better scary stories about the future — Young people often think of nuclear power as a solution — as we get older we think of the nuclear waste lasting for millennia upon millennia and the consequences for our survivors
We were about a third of the way to our destination when we had alerts for a severe thunderstorm replete with hail rolling through the ports we had just left and heading our way — we furled the sails and had a nervous couple of hours
A sailboat closer to land — closer to the storm — never furled their sails and followed us without incident
We spent a great deal of time dealing with thirsty Black & Horse Flys
These Guys dropped by — as if to tell us this part of the adventure could be worse
We arrived in our new two-night home — Sacketts Harbor — only slightly worse for wear — no need to have spent hours worrying about what might be about to happen
I decided I needed to reread Jonathan Livingston Seagull — which we loved as teens — curious how we’ve changed
“Jonathan Seagull discovered that boredom and fear and anger are the reasons that a gull's life is so short, and with those gone from his thought, he lived a long fine life indeed.” — Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull
They say you know rains coming when the flies are biting.
I’ve spent the last six weeks getting lulled to sleep and woken up in the morning by the incessant cries of the Burgas seagulls. If you’re not from here, you’d most likely find it utterly bothersome. But it’s one of the main clues telling me I’m home. Will look up the book. Also got Watts cued up. Chances are I’ve heard it before, but always something new emerges when he whispers truths in your ear.
They say you know rains coming when the flies are biting.
I’ve spent the last six weeks getting lulled to sleep and woken up in the morning by the incessant cries of the Burgas seagulls. If you’re not from here, you’d most likely find it utterly bothersome. But it’s one of the main clues telling me I’m home. Will look up the book. Also got Watts cued up. Chances are I’ve heard it before, but always something new emerges when he whispers truths in your ear.