One of the things that people told us while planning our cruise was how quickly you make friends. It is true. We have friends, good friends, who are sailing to French Polynesia in two days. That is roughly 3,000 miles away, and will take somewhere between two and four weeks to get there. This is no mear night sail to the next harbor 100 miles away, it is a big deal. I don't know when or where we will see them again, yet I would trust my life to them.
At one time I had thought about us doing the same. However the family is not up for it, and honestly, neither am I. Oh I would be entirely up for the sail, but with dogs and a reluctant family, that would be a no-go. This has to be a together thing, and going to the Marquesas and beyond would be a together no more type of event.
So, once our teak decks are refinished, and we get the boat put back together, we will sail for Cabo San Lucas, and then up the coast of Baha. We hope to do it with our brief friends from sv Ankiryos. They, like us, had a change of plans and are sailing back up to their home port of San Diego. Everyone is different, and no one is wrong with the course that life leads them on.
Aside - the kids here in La Cruz are outside and playing tag. An older guy is sitting in a swing chair, blue eyes wide as kids dash right in front of him. He is not angry or annoyed, but maybe surprised at the speed of youth. Who knows.
We have said goodbyes and "see you soons" to many boats. Some we will see again, others maybe not. All of them, and I am not invoking hyperbole, will be missed. I wish we could see them all, every year in a giant potluck on the beach. Logistically impossible, but emotionally /required/. It makes me sad and glad just thinking about it on the surface. I really don't want to, nor am I really able, to think too deeply on this. I think it is just too fresh, this whole life and new way of living. People come, people go, and it is wonderful.
Aside number 2, there is a pool at the La Cruz marina. It is small, and currently three kids are at a stale mate, standing orotund the edges at the Lagrange points, playing tag. It is an impossible situation. Then someone is distracted, another kid dashes in, face focused, and whack - tags someone, they are out, and the other kids scatter.
What we will do in three days time, after our friends have departed, I am not sure. There are a lot of boats not jumping that are here, and some that are jumping won't leave for a few weeks. So there are a lot of folks to hang with. Life just somehow feels accelerated here, and it is hard to feel that in the moment, to appreciate it and embrace it. What is easy to do is just focus on fixing the boat, doing dishes, sweeping the floor, and not the amazing of what is here in front of us.
Our plans are smoke, as they say. We will get back up to Seattle, we will find a place to stay and get jobs. Mango will be sold, and then what? A year or five of work, then off somewhere else. Perhaps a canal trip in Europe, or the great loop in America, or a travel trailer to explore beyond where the water ends. Who knows. I guess one thing is for sure, and that is that I do not want to do 20 more years of what has come before. There is more to see and do and feel than that.
March 28th, 2017