What's the point?

What is the point?  Of traveling?  Of leaving my beautiful, comfortable, safe home & stunningly gorgeous community?  Of taking myself away from my sister, my niece, nephews, son, granddaughter, mom, & dear, dear friends? 

 

I've spent the past year seeing new places, meeting new people, learning new skills, & quite often longing for home & safety.

 

What is the point?  I ask this sometimes during moments of frustration with boat life and constant traveling.  Sometimes I ask it of Adam with a note of accusation in my voice, like this is all his fault.  (It's not. We decided together to do this.)

 

What do I miss?  Partially I miss the knowing what my purpose and place was.  What did I know about my purpose?  It was to Love.  Not to feel love, but to love- verb style.  To love the kind of love that is a synonym for listening and seeking to understand rather than just seeking to be understood.  To love the kind of love that stands up for those less fortunate than I.  To love the kind of love that seeks to protect the wild and lonely places, the kind of love that cares for all sentient beings. 

 

And just now, today, reminiscing about what was really so great about my old, Colorado life, I realize that my purpose is still the same.  It sometimes seems harder to love "strangers" and "strange" places, or to love when I feel out of sorts, but it's not impossible.

 

I asked Adam, "What are we really working towards?"  What's the point?  I asked just a few days ago.  I've been internally struggling with various versions of this question for awhile...  feeling superfluous, extra, unnecessary. 

 

Just this moment it came to me.  My purpose is still the same.  To Love.  Verb love --  Listen, Learn, Care.  That's all.

 

We have a home base for the summer.  We're tidying up the boat, getting it guest ready. 

 

Yesterday I realized, again, that a few of the people I count as absolutely indispensable friends, we met through AirBNB.  It made me excited to wonder who we might meet this summer.  And it helped with boat cleaning motivation. 

 

Thanks to facebook for the memory of where we were one year ago.  (Lake Dillon , Colorado, Prospector Campground) It sparked some good reflections and some new insights...  still mixed with the pain of longing.  Which, I realize, might never go away.  How could I have such a love affair with a place and it's people?  And why would I turn it into a kind of unrequited love, on purpose?  Not just for novelty.  I used to profess my love for the whole planet and all it's sentient beings.  And I did that without even having been to all the places or having met all the sentient beings.  So maybe the point of all this is to make my love bigger and deeper and stronger and truer?  Maybe. 

 

Thank you, Jeannie and Tay and Mary, (and Tammy and Jordan and Vi) for helping me find these insights through some recent conversations we've had.  I love you each, very specifically and exuberantly.

choosing my mirrors carefully

I just spent hours, yes hours, trying to figure out how best to get this video from my big camera onto the internet.  Ah, technology, how I love you, and how you challenge me.  

I also looked back through all my old blog posts.  The first blog I posted on this domain (www.circumdance.com) was posted on April 2nd, 2016.  That was about a month after I bought the domain and set up a SquareSpace account, in the hopes that we would soon sell our house and start our big adventure.  At the time, we had a goal to get our house on the market by April 11th, 2016.  Instead, we sold the house on April 11th.  (Oh, sh*%!  This just got real.)  I didn't have any travel stories or sailing stories to tell on that day.  Instead, I had an idea.  It was the Confabulation Challenge.  (https://www.circumdance.com/dawnsmusings/2016/4/2/confabulation-challenge)

"So what's the challenge?  

Just for today (or for as long as you like) tell yourself something fabulous about you.  

Something like.....

You are a creative, wise, witty, lighthearted, healthy, strong, flexible, loving, creative, sexy genius.  

Now spend the rest of the day "remembering" all the ways this is true.  Prove it to yourself."

Last Sunday, I made this video, while we sailed from Boston to Kittery Point, Maine.  

In the time between that first post and this one, I have collected some travel stories and some sailing stories and some new, wonderful friend stories and some heartbreaking stories, too.  But one thing remains the same... 

I still need to choose my mirrors wisely, and to take them all with a grain of salt.  

You know what I mean?  Yes, I'm talking about the physical, shiny mirrors and storefronts where we all catches glimpses of our physical forms.  But I'm also talking about the human mirrors -- the people I surround myself with.  The ones who help me gauge how I'm doing in life.  No mirror is a perfect reflection and none can show the internal processes that show up in our physical form and our behaviors, but some are definitely more accurate than others and some are just fun.  Like this air vent on the boat.  

When you watch the video, look at the way the ocean and clouds move in the vent and then in the background.  Try not to get seasick.  

I actually giggled when I made this video, I was so please at the effect.  

Which of your human mirrors make you bubble over with glee?  Have you carved out any time in your life for them lately?  

 

Change of plans

Having not made significant progress toward our original destination for reasons which I will not detail at the moment and upon reconsidering the weather forecast, we have decided to spend a few days in Portsmouth.  And then do smallish daysails up the coast until we arrive at Southwest Harbor, weather permitting.  

We are going to call this "being smart & flexible" rather than "failing to reach our goal".    Its a matter of framing and perspective.  And patience.  

Non-attachment, will I ever learn to embody you with ease?   Boy could I use a restorative yoga class right now.  

 

The gift of enthusiasm. Thanks, meditation.

 

Even if meditation gives me nothing else, it gives me permission to do nothing except notice what it is like to simply be alive.  It gives me time.  And when I have the experience of having time, I get access to excitement about being alive.  And that gives me enthusiasm for whatever it is that I am going to do that day.  It gives me enthusiasm for doing whatever "have-tos" need to be done, enthusiasm for finding creative ways to do them.  And it gives me access to the want-to's.  It gives me time and psychic space to meet life on my own terms.  <---- this paragraph inspired by just a few minutes of meditation this morning

Horseshoe Crab on Lewes Beach

 

I’m a Rocky Mountain girl becoming intimate with the Atlantic Coast of these United States of America one beach walk at a time.  I’ve heard about horseshoe crabs — how they are ancient, prehistoric creatures, how they were around before the dinosaurs.  I’ve heard that they cover the beaches at certain times of year.  I’ve even seen a horseshoe crab or two at an aquarium.  I get very excited when we are walking on a beach and we see one.  But thus far, we have rarely seen a live one.  The other day, while strolling down the beach in Lewes, Delaware, we saw one.  Alive!  But upside down.  So, we helped it get righted and back out to sea.  see videos

 

is it alive?

 

Note:  I have completely rewritten the following paragraph because I was wrong about what Melanie was trying to convey AND I was utterly wrong about whether rescuing horseshoe crabs matters. It does, I thought it didn't because it was the end of their lifecycle, but I was going to keep doing it anyway.  It turns out they have a 25 year life span and return to the same beach over and over again to mate.  Here's a link to an article about why rescuing them when they are stranded matters:  http://www.nj.com/cumberland/index.ssf/2014/05/volunteers_return_the_favor_for_horseshoe_crabs_and_shorebirds.html

 

The next day, I told our new friends, Melanie and Miles, about our horseshoe crab rescue and Melanie told me about a time when she and her daughter spent a week at Slaughter beach rescuing horseshoe crabs and how devastating it was to see so many of them in peril.  Here's a link all about Slaughter Beach and the horseshoe crabs:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slaughter_Beach,_Delaware

 

Today, over a yummy vegan burger at Aleathea’s Restaurant in Cape May, New Jersey, I read a rather informative article in a local magazine, called Exit Zero, about how horseshoe crabs are crucial to the well being of certain migrating birds called Red Knots.  See photo for the full article (Sorry, I don't have a photo of a Red Knot, yet).  It reminded me of our rescue operation and got me excited to visit as many beaches as possible this month — a couple of hours past high tide.  I’ve simply got to see this phenomenon.  Stay tuned for updates.  When I see more horseshoe crabs, you'll be the first to know.  

Sunset at Porpoise Banks

It's sunset and we've traveled a little less than 70 miles since sunrise. No matter the wind and sea conditions on our boat at sunset and throughout the night we reef the sails (make the sail area smaller) or use just our small jib and the mizzen. If conditions change at night it can be dangerous to go on deck to take the main sail down. All night we will take turns on watch. Hopefully our trusty Monitor Wind Vane will do most of the steering, but we have to keep a lookout for other boats and hazards. We had some practice with heaving-to today when some 30+ knot gusts took us by surprise with a lot of sail up.  Once we got the big genoa furled and the mainsail down we took about an hour to just chill while the boat gently rocked in the swell.  All in all a good day and a pretty one.  Here's to an uneventful night, just about 3 miles offshore.

 

 

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Wrightsville Beach, NC to Norfolk, VA around Cape Hatteras

Sailing offshore for 3 days and 2 nights was.....


Invigorating

Exciting

Fun

Scary

Exhausting

Very hot some of the time

Quite cold some of the time

Exceptionally wet sometimes (fog)

Uncomfortable in one way of another lots of the time

A little lonely some of the time

Extremely challenging some of the time

Monotonous some of the time

Transcendent

Transformative


It brought home in a very visceral way that the only constant is change -- that making a friend of Uncertainty is one good path to Deep Peace & Deep Joy. 


The plan is to set off again tomorrow to sail offshore up to Lewes, DE.  Hopefully arriving there on Thursday. 


Looking forward to seeing Stephanie's Moms, Judy & Mary, and Richard & Shirley, and maybe we'll get lucky and Alex will be in town. 


From Lewes, we'll look for good weather to sail to Block Island, I think.

Notes from morning meditation

My morning meditation was preceded by reading parts of Thich Nhat Hanh's book, How To Love

Immediately following my meditation I jotted down these notes:

How to love ---deep listening and loving speech (action) ---

Ask the loved one, do I understand?  Listen.

In meditation, when legs go to sleep...  do I understand you legs?  Listen, learn, be skillful.  Do I understand sitting meditation anatomy enough.

Instead of good and bad, more or less skillful.

Standing meditation - pain in low back (and at helm of boat and sometimes in museums or at any work that involves long periods of standing) -  what do I need to learn?  Do I understand low back anatomy well enough?

If the loved one is my own body, my immediate environment, my community, my state, my country, my planet, etc...

Listen deeply, communicate lovingly,

Ask, what do I need to understand?  Help me understand.  What would you like me to better understand?  Keep asking questions lovingly and listening deeply.

Sometimes the answer is deeper than or other than words. 

What do we have to offer?

True, false, both, or neither?

"We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give."

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This question brought up more questions for me.

*  If the quote was followed by a name, would it affect our answer to the question of truth?  Would it affect the thought paths or forests our individual minds would wander through?  (My guess...  probably.)

*  How much does what we get affect what we give and vice versa?   Example 1:  If during our formative years we are rarely encouraged to follow our curiosity, will we be more or less likely to offer encouragement to others.  Example 2:  If we offer a sincere smile to everyone we meet, are we likely to receive more smiles from friends and strangers? 

In our travels I've noticed that people who feel deeply secure tend to be more generous with others. 

It doesn't seem to matter how much they objectively have, but how comfortable they *feel*.  I've met stingy billionaires and generous paupers.  And stingy paupers and generous millionaires.  And mostly very generous and kind people who are neither exceptionally rich nor particularly poor.

But I'm not just talking about material wealth. 

Those who are generous with their smiles and conversation and even their judgements of others' behavior or character are generally those who feel secure.

Even in myself:  I have noticed over the years that I am generous with my time when I feel I have plenty of it.  If I feel rushed or hurried, I can be quite inattentive of the needs of my loved ones.

Somehow all of this feels related to a struggle I've had with my own internal voices about how much I do and how important the things I do are in the big scheme of things. 

Which brings me round to the question...

What do I have to give, right here, right now?  What can I do right now to remove the obstacles to offering up whatever that is?  

One of my obstacles is an internal judge and jury that says things like, "Not good enough.  How dare you?  Who do you think you are?" 

On that note, I think I'll leave this here and do a little yoga and meditation now.  Those voices often seem quieter after a contemplative practice.  

Indoor day, internetting.

Having an indoor day after a week of so much fun in the sun that our skin is begging for shade. Internetting. Searching for a great dock slip for our boat (and us) to call home for the summer near Acadia National Park. Exciting to think about hiking and biking and paddling and sailing in a place with ocean AND mountains this summer! Also, wondering who will come along for an offshore sail or two when we head north.

Where? When?

Q:  Where are you now? 

A:  Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina


Q:  How long will you be there?

A:  We have to be north of the Chesapeake by June 1st for insurance reasons (hurricane season).  Otherwise, we have no agenda except to sail whenever/wherever we feel like sailing.  It's really nice here right now, not too hot, not too cold, not too many biting bugs, and the day sailing and paddle boarding has been great this week.  So.... maybe until mid May, or whenever it seems right to get sailing north. 


Q:  Where will you go next?

A:  Most likely Maine for the summer.  Looking at marinas there so maybe we can do some boat AirBNB.  We might sail mostly offshore to get up to Maine. 


Other questions?

attention to detail

Looks like we will be in the Wilmington area for another little while, waiting for yet another version of my new contact lens.  The very lovely eye doctor that I am seeing here is not happy with the fit of any of the lenses that have been created so far.In each case she has measured, ordered, and waited for them to be delivered.  When the lens arrives, I go in to her office and she looks at how it fits.All of them have touched the graft from my corneal transplant (2007) and in each case a slightly steeper lens was ordered.  Today, a fourth lens was ordered and she also ordered one from a different company.

We had planned to be in Wilmington for less than a week.  It's coming up on a month now.

The good news is my eye doctor really cares about the health of my eye.  If I leave here wearing a contact lens that is touching my graft, it could create a scar in the long run and that would compromise my vision badly.  With some things perfect is the enemy of good enough, but in this case it's worth the time it takes to get it right.

In other news, boat interior decorating is happening.

 

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to do list

explore one word descriptions in foreign languages

listen carefully, and carelessly

wonder

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* learn guitar & Uke

* learn to spell ukulele

* reread sociology textbook

* find that one radiolab episode and share it

* reread the chapter involving Andrew Jackson from The People's History of the United States, & also the part about WWII

* reread the Fall part of The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich

* get a yoga mat

* get a guitar strap & a book about learning classical guitar

* get a sensor brush for the camera

* learn how to sell photos and writing

* learn how to write a book

* get Neil Gaiman's book:  The View from the Cheap Seats

* listen to classical guitar songs

* practice juggling

* tree pose, chair pose, plank & side plank

* make a video for Jasmine

* get that YouTube channel in order

* make a link from circumdance dot com to the YouTube channel

* read your email

* send photos to Jamie Lynn & Coach Andre from the boxing gym

* figure out how to use Lyft to get back to the boat

* practice knot tying

* learn celestial navigation

* get rid of several items from aft stateroom to make more room for guests

* clean the bilge again

* brush up conversational Spanish

* find out the rules about going to Cuba

* subscribe to New Yorker, Yes! Magazine, High County News, & ?, as soon as we have some income (submit photos / writing to ...?)

* figure out where would be best to AirBNB the boat for a couple or few months

* make a boat AirBNB listing

* boat registration / documentation

* travelers health insurance? 

* read Outline and In Transit, by Rachel Cusk

* Seven Seas Cruising Association membership

* reread everything at Indivisible dot com

* get a better / deeper / broader understanding of why the US & Russian both can't keep their militaries out of Afghanistan

* call Mom

* call Jordan

* send that book to Kaysha

* thank you cards

* love letters

* conversations with elected representatives  

* learn how to read newspaper and magazine subscriptions on kindle

* reread Beautiful Trouble

* read something by Helen Keller

 

Breathe.  Love.  Play.  Sing.  Dance.  Laugh.

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How do you respond to fear?

How do you respond to fear?  

 

I have recently learned, again, that when I experience real fear, like the kind of fear that occurs when I am in a life threatening situation, my fear can quickly turn to anger and from there I am likely to lash out at the nearest potential scapegoat.  Yeah.  Not proud of it.  But it’s real.  I’ve noticed a pattern.  

 

I’ve noticed said pattern because I have had more opportunities than usual in the past year to experience serious fear.  Being in the Atlantic Ocean during a storm, even a mild one by the standards of seasoned sailors, can be a terrifying experience for someone who has never been on a smallish boat in a storm out on the ocean before.  And then there is the other kind of fear, the long term anxiety, which I began experiencing soon after we bought the boat.  I feared that we had made a terrible mistake in choosing to sell our house, quit our jobs, and attempt to sail around the world.  i feared that we had underestimated the financial challenges we would face (we had underestimated).  I feared that we wouldn’t be able to make the boat attractive enough to guests to be able to charter it after we acquire Captains’ licenses (this fear has dissipated).  I feared that my homesickness would remain as intense as it was the first summer away from Colorado (I still miss my friends and family, but the grieving seems to have mostly run it’s course).  

 

And then there was the election.  Fear has been a constant companion since the election.  Fear that our efforts to mitigate the effects of climate change will be undone.  Fear for the safety of loved ones who are on the receiving end of racism and bigotry.  Fear for the safety of young women in my life.  Fear for the safety of my gay, lesbian and transgender friends, that they might lose their rights.  Fear for the people of Standing Rock and indigenous peoples everywhere.  Fear for loved ones who count on Medicaid, Medicare, and Social Security and for other loved ones whose lives were literally saved by Obamacare.  Fear, fear, fear.  Legitimate fear.  Not overblown or exaggerated.  The people now in power vowed to undo the progress we’ve made and they have already started to implement their regressive agenda.  

 

If you are a progressive and you know how to read, you understand my fear.  If you voted for Trump, you have fear too.  You may believe that your fear is more legitimate than mine, but nonetheless, it is fear that is motivating you.  Fear of the Other.  Muslims, immigrants, atheists, gay or transgender people, powerful, outspoken women.  Fear of Change.  Fear that environmental regulations will put your employer out of business or fear that new taxes will put you out of business.  Fear that you will not have enough to provide for yourself and your family.  You want to go back to a time when you felt safer, less challenged by diversity of religion, color, gender, thought, or a changing planet.  

 

The thing is, whether we are progressive or regressive in our hopes and fears or our politics, we can still benefit from looking at our own reactions or responses to fear.  

 

Unacknowledged, unprocessed fear shuts down our access to our higher reasoning capacity and our centers of creativity.  This is a real phenomenon.  Pick up any book on neuroscience to learn about the triune brain, the prefrontal cortex, the reptilian brain.  When we are experiencing acute or chronic fear, we are not at our best.  We are not as able to come up with creative, out of the box solutions to problems.  We fight or flee or freeze.  What does that look like in you?  Have you observed your own patterns?  

 

My pattern, recently, seems to be to want to go somewhere safe and curl up in a little ball and hide.  In the absence of being able to do so (my safe place was a sunbeam in a certain kitchen or porch on a certain hillside in Colorado), I lash out at whomever I think is responsible for my inability to feel safe.  Guess who is usually standing or sitting right next to me in those moments and who had the idea to go live on a sailboat?  Yeah, Adam.  The guy I married because I felt more safe with him than anyone else in the world (not to mention he is super handsome and super smart and super generous and kind and I love him).  So, in the past 6 months, I’ve noticed that I often lash out at Adam when I am feeling helpless or trapped.  It’s not fair and I’m not proud of it, but it’s true.  And I want to stop doing that.  I don’t want to live in a place of fight or flight or freeze.  So, what am I going to do about it?  

 

#1 - Connect.  My first priority every day is to Give Love.  To myself.  To Adam.  and to anyone else who crosses my path, online or off.  I have a list of people I want to write Love Letters to, a list of people I want to send Thank you cards to.  Connection is incredibly important.  It’s difficult to measure and matters immeasurably.  I want to always remember and never forget that Love is a force, like gravity, that can transcend spacetime.  and I want to remember that Love is a verb, too.  A verb related to listening.  Love is patient.  Love is kind.  

 

#2 - Practice guitar, uke, meditation, and yoga.  Walk on a beach or run.  or bicycle.  Not perform.  Practice.  Play.  I don’t know why, I don’t know the science behind it, but making pretty sounds on the guitar or uke calms me down.  and yoga and meditation.  or long walks on the beach without fb.  There is so much science out there about these things.  Breathing, grounding, centering, orienting.  Nature bathing.  These things are good for our brains and our bodies.  When we are in fight or flight mode and we simply take some breaths, feel our feet on the ground, or in our shoes, and look around, and notice our own body’s experiences and name them and name our emotions, we can take our brains from the fight or flight or the lower, reptilian brain, and reclaim access to our prefrontal cortex where logic and creativity live.  If we practice doing these things when we are not in crisis, we are more likely to remember to do them when we do face real fear.

 

#3 - Count my blessings, and pay them forward.   Gratitude. Gratitude. Gratitude.  it is incredibly difficult to feel fear and gratitude at the same time.  Gratitude has a measurable affect on the brain, as does Lovingkindness meditation.

 

Human beings are incredibly complex and resilient and resourceful.  And right now, worldwide, we face some unprecedented challenges.  We need all of us to be at our best.   We need to be able to see these huge challenges not only as existential threats, but as extra hard creative challenges and apply our best, most skillful thinking to them.

 

What do you fear?

How do you react or respond to those fears? 

What does your self-care look like?  

How do you take care of yourself?

 

We cannot give from empty cups.  How do you fill your own cup while not emptying someone else’s?  

 

It is my firm belief that there is enough to go around if no one is greedy. 

 

The Women’s Marches reminded me that there are so many people out there who are willing to stand up for each other and that they are incredibly diverse and courageous and creative.  And that being around them brings me so much elemental joy. 

 

My fear became a little more manageable last weekend and it has spiked again in the past couple of days.  It has been an emotional roller coaster ride of a year for me and for so many of you, too.  

 

My question is, how can we all ride the highs and lows and also take time to nurture ourselves so that we can nurture each other and the ecosystems that we all depend on for life?  

 

How do we lift each other up? 

 

What does fear look like in you?  What does it look like in your loved ones?  Your neighbors?  

 

How do we disarm each other? 

 

What do you fear?  How do you transform that fear into creative solutions?  

 

I know that I need to acknowledge and name my own fears in order to transform them into activism.  

 

I vow to take the time to get my prefrontal cortex back online and highly functioning before I take action.  

 

Action without vision is a nightmare.  Vision without action is a daydream.  

 

Let’s put vision and action together.  

 

Please use the comments to answer any or all of these questions and to share any or all of your Beautiful Visions for Action.  

 

And if you’re reading this, a humble request:   please leave a word or two in the comments so I know about the connection.  I ache for it these days.  

 

Pema Chodron on cultivating compassion.

 "In cultivating compassion we draw from the whole of our experience - our suffering, our empathy, as well as our cruelty and terror. It has to be that way. Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It is a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others." ~Pema Chodron

Agree or disagree? Why?

 

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It takes a global village.

I just ate an organic orange and it was so yummy that I wish I could hug all of the people that made it possible.  I can barely keep a jade plant alive, let alone grow an orange tree.  Imagine the work that had to go into growing that orange and picking it and getting it to market. It's complicated.  Really think about it.  Think of all the things that had to happen for that orange to get on a shelf at Trader Joe's in Wilmington, NC where I bought it.  Fields and sun and rain and not freezing and the right amount of water and roads and trucks and gas stations and oil refineries.  And think of all the magic that happens from seed to fruit in the life of an orange tree.

That's all for now.  Just doing my part for scurvy and interconnectivity awareness.

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Vision before action... for real.

On the day that we left Oriental, North Carolina, toward the end of the day, I thought I had an eyelash or something under my contact lens.  I went down below, took it out, rinsed it with saline solution, and was going to put it back in when it broke in half.  

Broken contact lens.   

Broken contact lens.   

I wear scleral contact lenses.  They are rigid, not soft.  And they are large, the contact edges sit on the white part of the eye, the sclera.  This is because I had a corneal transplant in 2007 in my right eye and because my left eye has a condition that causes an uneven thinning of the cornea. So - special contact lenses.  Glasses don't cut it for me because the cornea is the lens of the eye and my corneas need the shape of contacts to be able to see.  Glasses can't do it.   

All of this to say, a broken contact is a major inconvenience.  It has stopped our southerly progress.  I saw an eye doctor in Wilmington last Friday, the day after the contact broke. After that appointment, new lenses were ordered and now we wait for the call to say they are ready.

You may wonder why I didn't have a backup pair on board.  The answer is that they are very expensive.  They were $700 each last January.  Not per pair.  Each.  Out of pocket.  And my prescription changes pretty dramatically year by year.   However, we've discovered that my glasses which were my only-for-emergencies back-up plan, are quite inadequate for being at sea.  So, we are going to bite the bullet and spend the money on two new right contacts and one new left one so that I'll have two pair.  It's been another expensive week of not making southerly progress.  All eye doc and contact lens costs were out-of-pocket.  No vision coverage.  

The upside?  We got to spend some really quality time with our friend Jamie Lynn, who moved to Wilmington from Aspen a couple of years ago.  

Love!  

Love!  

And we've gotten a few small boat projects done.   

 

More plants!  Now Colorado Jade won't be so lonely.   

More plants!  Now Colorado Jade won't be so lonely.   

And we are going to Trader Joe's and the laundromat.  And the marina is relatively inexpensive and has some wifi (slow is better than none).

As soon as I can see properly, we'll start sailing south again.