I, Nancy Varvil, live in Northwest Arkansas. I began traveling more often and farther around 2012, usually with a friend. Most of the travel was by RV or sailboat here in the states. Recently (2017) I went by myself to France for a month. Here, once in a while, I write a new blog post to capture some of experiences. Tumbleweed Too was the name of that sailboat when I began the blog.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Thoughts re now
Commenters wonder if we are enthusiastic about the rest of our trip. Yes, we can now picture staying on the boat 'til spring and are looking forward to each part of the trip. When Tom comes back on Sunday, we plan to spend a month exploring the outer banks near here in North Carolina, arriving by the end of September to near Wilmington where we'll find a place to keep the boat for a while while I fly back to Arkansas to handle a rent house turnover and, if time, to visit my family, especially my brother.
Then we hope to poke our way south. We see many places along South Carolina that we'd like to know better and there are several places along eastern Florida that we'd feel at home in when we visit again. By the cool weather, we hope to be in the Florida keys hanging out 'til a couple of friends from Arkansas fly the coop and bring their boats down that way.
After that, we don't know. Maybe follow one those couples out toward the Caribbean.
Anyway, most of the time, I can't think of living anywhere else but on this boat.
Just now I was sitting here, in the cockpit typing and a little mist of water (the tiniest rain) hit my face while all around there is a mixture of blue sky and multicolored clouds. If I were inside, I would never have noticed that little mist. And all the time, the wind blows a little or a lot and makes sounds in the rigging around me. I would feel so isolated in a room in a house.
But also, yesterday, the boat pitched and jerked so much in the waves from the south that I found myself wanting to not stand, but sit, or better yet, get off the boat onto a steady surface. Sometimes, there are sounds at night that I hadn't heard before and I have to get up to figure them out, in case something has changed positions for the worse.
The reality is that the outdoors is always very vivid and in my face. Most of the time I'm fine with it but sometimes want a little hidey hole to burrow up in (and actually, the boat provides that too!)
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4 comments:
A fantastic Blog! Keep up the blogs hen you start moving again? Glad you are so happy on the boat.
It sounds like you're really enjoying your adventure! Makes me wish I could go, too. Someday, maybe! I hope you have time to stop by the sailboat club when you're in the area next. Thanks for sharing!
Virginia
Nancy,
I read your blog from time to time and enjoy it so much. Your experiences and thoughts during the voyage so resonate with my own of 10 years ago. I miss those times; though somewhat muted, I have kept my promise (to myself)to never forget those memories and all I learned from the trip down the "left" coast. If nothing else, I know that there is life beyond the office, life beyond what I know as a land-lubber, and life beyond ANYTHING I have experienced to date. I had ambivalent feelings during those months; when it was good, it was grand and glorious! But I also had some terrifying experiences (mostly from the forces of nature, which I greatly respect). Funny, now most of what used to frighten me or make me anxious seems entirely manageable.
Dawn, you are right 're good memories maybe overwriting some less good. I think that's how many of us are, thus making the best of whatever we get into. I know you must have had some harrowing experiences coming down the west coast. And may appreciate not having much like that happening now.
Thanks for keeping up with us.
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