One Day To Go

Started the day walking with the girls to the bus stop.  Marcia and I had breakfast at the Village Deli.  We talked about our upcoming family trips; the Stanton’s for the Fourth of July, Ile Royal in Lake Superior, Thanksgiving with Megan and Mark, winter break with the Stanton’s in LBK, and Marcia scheduling her bareboat sailing lessons in Jan/Feb 2019.  It was a positive interaction.

I received a call from Marshall and it made my day.  He wished me smooth sailing and made a suggested addition to the blog.  Thanks Marshall, great idea.

Finally packed and ready to leave in the morning.

Two Days To Go


I awoke this morning and felt some anxiety.  That is unusual for me.  Although I had two full days to finish packing, I was worried that I would forget something important.  I realized that a last-minute Amazon Prime order would arrive May 1, the day I depart for the airport.  I also worried whether all my gear would fit in my two bags.   The general state of unease prevailed most of the day.  It was ironic, because I would have expected the excitement about the trip to be dominant emotion of the day.


Mindfulness is getting a lot of well-deserved attention.  Focusing on the present, rather than dwelling on the past or worrying about the future, has much merit.  I try to stay in the moment as much as possible.  However, for the past four months, I have spent many hours focused on the future; anticipating the upcoming Transatlantic passage to Portugal.  I wake up in the morning thinking about it, and then throughout the day I’ll smile about my good fortune to have such an opportunity.  Since I was invited to be a fourth crew member on North Wind, there has not been a single day that I have not devoted significant time to mentally preparing for the voyage, or talking about it with friends and colleagues.

Being retired I do not see my colleagues daily.  Invariably, when I cross paths with a colleague, I am asked how retirement is going.  My ready response to share my excitement about the upcoming adventure.  Their reactions are binary.  Some react with a big smile and ask for details.  Others, express concern and look at me like I am crazy to consider sailing so far away from the safety of a coast.  Last night, I was asked if I was nervous about the trip.  My quick response was, “No, but I have great respect for the various ways one can prevent dangerous situations.” This morning I reflected more on the question about having fear associated with the trip.  I think about the passage the same way I view riding my bicycle on public roads or driving on Interstates between Bloomington and Florida.  Riding a bike or driving a car involves risk, but we accept it because we see many instances of those activities occurring without an incident.  When there is someone who gets stranded in a sailboat, that’s what we see on the news.

Bottom line, anticipating the upcoming Transatlantic passage has been exhilarating.