I went from being madly in love to just being mad. How strange life is.
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Sea me
Straight Of Juan de Fuca or as captain endearingly refers to it, Juan de Puke-a
The boat has been rolling non stop for nearly 8 hours. The crew are all miserable in bed. I managed to eat a few eggs and take an ibuprofen
my last few days...
Tired doesn’t seem to be a strong enough word and dead seems too strong of a word.
the 6th extinction
What a miraculous world that exists. I felt as if I was in a fairy tale. The current was fairly strong, and there are known to be brackish crocodiles by the rocks, so I motored around the shoreline.
working on my backwards walk
I ran around the island of the orchids for about 30 minutes feeling like a character from The Beach. I was so exhausted from cleaning cabins, smelling of bleach and bug-spray, dark circles traced under my eyes. But I was dead set to explore & find peace, even if it was briefly.
boatjournalblabbering
I spent some time reading Hemingway and a book about the relationship between whalers and whales. I drank coffee with condensed milk (Central American specialty). I practiced Spanish.
baja & belize
A full moon was visible at dusk over the wing of the airplane, high above the scarlet clouds as we crossed Belize.
boatramblings
Wanderlust is starting to nip at me heels
Nothing on a ship can ever be predicted.
We docked next to the rusty shark finning boat in San Carlos where the dock smells like pelicans and old fish. We plotted to secretly steal the boats nets and decided against it.
There Must Have Been Something In The Water
My first few weeks on land after two plus years of traveling and being on the ocean, I could have collapsed into the ground at the airport, like they do in movies and kissed the ground.
serenity
Everything is unscathed by a city. Wildlife is wild here. A bald eagles snatches a salmon from a raven with it's claws.
columbiariverinthefall
I’m sitting at the Maryhill Musuem staring at the iron laid tracks of the Oregon Trail.
seelife
The hardest, grueling work you’ll ever come to know, and the reward you can’t quite figure out but ends up being freedom from the materialistic American dream that has entrapped so many.
boatjournal entries
It's christmas. I cried in the storeroom on the boat staring at the juice boxes. It just didn't feel like christmas. I felt used and no one told me merry christmas.
landvswater
I’m seasoned confused, temperature confused, time confused, city confused. I am finally at a stand still (I think) back home, and I’m exhausted. I have traveled over 15,000 miles, plus however many thousands of nautical miles in the last six months.