Wednesday, July 21st
Pull out at 8:30 after bacon and eggs breakfast at the local diner run by a woman from Les Iles de la Madelaine. Rough seas, pouring rain, solid wind but promise that things will subside as the day progresses. They did not... Things got worse until the day resembled Monday, only this time there was pouring rain added. We managed to get half way accross the Koutchibougouac Bay when we thought that we should go for cover, even though a fog had closed in and we were out of sight of shore.
Years ago the US Military developed the global positioning satelites that we all use today. In seeking cover from our predicament, we programmed the coordinates of a little gulley in the sand into the GPS and it delivered us there in the fog. Quite amazing, however, we were then treated to 13 hours of feeling sick sitting in the soaking wet cabin anchored in howling winds and breaking surf from which we could not adequately hide. It there had been a road near by, we both might have just sunk the boat and hitch hiked to the closest hotel.
Down but not out, we continue our adventure looking for an easier day as soon as the sun rises on Thursday.
donandjohn
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adventure isn't spelled with all vowels boys. every now and then you have to choke down a few consonants. rest assured that it usually ends up spelling out a beautiful poem in the end. a poem that gets better with each telling as the good moments rise to the surface and the rainy nights are long forgotten.
ReplyDeletei have been in an office 14 hours a day for what feels like months now. what i wouldn't give to sleep in a wet bunk under the foggy stars.
enjoy every moment fellas, can't wait to hear the sonnet!
- Stu