Posted 11 December 2012 - 03:11 PM
Mmmmm, yes but that is because you are still here.
I think if you look at those who have set off over the course of time, that part of the goal was heading into the great unknown. The challenge of not really knowing what tomorrow will bring...to in some way go where no man has gone before.
BJ is taking his sweet ass time of escaping from the US. I know when we slipped the lines, we were out of the territorial US in less than 36 hours. Peddle down from NYC, out across Nantucket Shoals bound for Nova Scotia. Spent a week, maybe ten days there and bang, on our way to the Azores. Diddled around there for nearly a fortenight and it was on to the Med.
The point is, it isn't what you know and what is behind you. Once it passes the taffrail that is where it belongs, in your wake. I will say that even with that, the adventure didn't really begin for us until the Miraflores locks. Sure a couple of trans-Atlantics, bouncing around the Med, The Azores and Canaries...yada, yada, yada. Don't get me wrong, The Windwards were very lovely (I don't have much love for The Leewards) for the must part, but you really haven't gotten to the edge of the cliff until you are in Miraflores, looking out over the Pacific Ocean below, when it dawns on you what lies ahead. It has nothing to do with the internet, those you left behind, some group of teachers in Rhode Island, all that is the "whatever", the periphery, the din.
BJ, I take it you will do Christmas in The Caribbean, work your way down the windwards and come March head of the canal zone. Do I have that correct? Trust me when I tell you this, that is when it all changes. Your heart will start to pound as you set sail for Panama. Your eyes will be a little brighter. The anticipation a bit more palpable. What you think this is for you and your family right now, that will go right out the window and be replaced by the adventure of a lifetime. The Pacific Rim....that ring of fire and the constant smell of frangipani and a hint of sulfur, the realization that The Big Dipper has been replaced by The Southern Cross...dense stars from horizon to horizon.
Now just make sure and have a Big Mac for me in Papeete, the real cheeseburger in paradise. Not some lame ass Buffett song. You will understand when you get there...even if you don't like Mc D's, you will be lining up for seconds.
Now cut the damn cord.