I don't know why, but for some reason being here in the marina at Campbell River is raising my enthusiasm for sailing again. The boat is still a mess (both cosmetically and operationally) and our inability to isolate the leaks and dry it all out is frustrating, but for whatever reason, sitting here in the dock as the wind whips through the rigging really makes me want to be out in it, rather than just sitting.
Maybe it's just the safety net of having a real town and marine supply center nearby, or the relative security of the Strait of Georgia, or the fact that we've been through here before and have had positive experiences, or that there are visibly larger numbers of people here who are clearly more incompetent than even we are, but I just want to get out on the water again.
Of course, that makes it even more bitter that we have lost so much of our painstakingly carved out two months of free time to be doing just that, and more fraught to consider our future opportunities for doing it again.
But I had worried that this whole episode would sour us on the activity and that the boat itself would prove to be unsalvageable at the costs we were able to bear. Mandy is making headway on a lot of the cosmetic stuff, though, and I'm getting my head around the mechanical, and we may just be all right after all.
Anyway, I can't wait to get out of here in the morning and go sailing. Even if our wind is mostly gone by then.
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Great positive attitude Scott! You two are still young (from my perspective anyway) and, I'm sure, will find ways to carve out periods of time in the future for longer adventures.
It will be great to have you home.
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