My husband certainly felt the call of the sea. He was a great sailor. We owned several sailboats (one at a time) while he was still alive, and we made many voyages to Catalina--not Avalon, but Two Harbors, at the isthmus. We also sailed several times up in the San Juans, near Vancouver Island, and in Puget Sound. For me the most magic moment came in Puget Sound. We were on a borrowed ketch, built for the North Sea, so most of the time we had to use the engine to get anywhere. But one day the wind was strong enough to turn off the engine. As I stood in the bow, in perfect silence, a whale briefly surfaced next to me and then was gone.
That's fabulous, Marilyn. I love the sea, and from time to time on our little island off Cape Breton in Nova Scotia tall ships make harbour, and sometimes let people board. Sadly for our family, Jessica and I have the absolute worst sort of motion sickness. I can't even look briefly at a map or search for something in my purse while the car is moving without getting immediately sick. Jessica is the same. Even ferry rides on utterly calm waters make the two of us (instantly) green and retching. We've done it when we had to, and I crossed the English Chanel twice on a hovercraft -- sick all the way! We are just as bad in airplanes, can't look down, can't read -- can't move our eyes from straight ahead. Ugh. So for me sea voyages are like charming fairy stories! I do envy you those sailing trips!
Those first two lines have stuck with me since my school days over 50 years ago. And the Star Trek episode: Kirk pining to McCoy says something about in those days you could feel the wind in your face before gratefully acknowledging that there are still the stars.
My husband certainly felt the call of the sea. He was a great sailor. We owned several sailboats (one at a time) while he was still alive, and we made many voyages to Catalina--not Avalon, but Two Harbors, at the isthmus. We also sailed several times up in the San Juans, near Vancouver Island, and in Puget Sound. For me the most magic moment came in Puget Sound. We were on a borrowed ketch, built for the North Sea, so most of the time we had to use the engine to get anywhere. But one day the wind was strong enough to turn off the engine. As I stood in the bow, in perfect silence, a whale briefly surfaced next to me and then was gone.
That's fabulous, Marilyn. I love the sea, and from time to time on our little island off Cape Breton in Nova Scotia tall ships make harbour, and sometimes let people board. Sadly for our family, Jessica and I have the absolute worst sort of motion sickness. I can't even look briefly at a map or search for something in my purse while the car is moving without getting immediately sick. Jessica is the same. Even ferry rides on utterly calm waters make the two of us (instantly) green and retching. We've done it when we had to, and I crossed the English Chanel twice on a hovercraft -- sick all the way! We are just as bad in airplanes, can't look down, can't read -- can't move our eyes from straight ahead. Ugh. So for me sea voyages are like charming fairy stories! I do envy you those sailing trips!
Those first two lines have stuck with me since my school days over 50 years ago. And the Star Trek episode: Kirk pining to McCoy says something about in those days you could feel the wind in your face before gratefully acknowledging that there are still the stars.
Same! The first two lines!