Laysan sits idle at the dock in Olympia, after we packed and flew away to Hawaii for the winter. Journey interrupted. Reflecting now on the events of the last few months I am glad we could accomplish so much in our reliable fifty foot steel floating machine with a crew of family and friends. When asked if we miss it already, the ever grounded Kathleen answers no because she is fortunately always happy where she is. As Buckaroo and others have said: “No matter where you go, there you are.” Which, oddly enough seems appropriate because despite that we are now ostensibly retired, we are also both temporarily working again part-time at the old offices. Same as it ever was, almost.
At our brisk walking speed of six knots, Laysan crossed the most tempestuous and ill-named of oceans, the Pacific. On a good day it had the mesmerizing infinite liquid blue depths reflecting the sky above that you could stare at endlessly. And on a not so good day, it filled our windows with frothy streaked grey lumpy vistas that forced our gazes down and our thoughts away from food. But in our memories, the good always outweighs the not so good. And, well luckily, the bad really never materialized.
The ensuing weeks of cruising delivered our hopes as promised; the islands and anchorages of the northwest hold innumerable active days of boating ahead. And the delivery vessel for these adventures is again, Laysan. Expensive folly or fortuitous dream machine, either way, relegating it to a cost benefit analysis would be impossible for me, because, as you may have guessed, I am biased, romantically. At the end of the day, isn’t romance behind the momentum of our decisions?
While we motored steadily around the clock for twenty days across the Pacific, starting in July, daughter Julia methodically stepped her way along the crest of the Pacific mountain ranges from Canada to Mexico. At a speed similar to ours, though limited each day by nightfall, she has made it halfway by now to Northern California at Yosemite. By December she and John B will arrive at the Mexican border having covered almost 2700 miles of the PCT by foot. Perseverance and self-sufficiency are among their qualities to be sure.
Sarah crewed dutifully with us, and showed her expertise as a field biologist for the Mega Expedition Ocean Cleanup project. Now her view is fixed upon graduate school in marine biology, where I believe she should be very well appreciated. Connor codes and codes and codes, in the language of electronics and machines, which seems to suit him well at the university. Hopefully, all will be home for the holidays this year to make it complete for Kathleen and me.
As we go quiet on the blog for a while, here is a link to the short movie we made. All the best to you out there, and thanks for listening.