So here I sit with visions not of sugar plums but of harbors. Many harbors. I'd never entered towns from the water before. I'd always arrived via plane or train or car. It's different when you approach with waves lapping against the hull, sand dunes in the distance. Then a lighthouse either port or starboard side. The channels appear so narrow. Especially when the waves are high. Intimidating. Frightening to approach land? Oh, yes. I'd been forewarned by my knowledgeable brother that it's better to ride out a storm than to hurry in to a safe haven. We didn't actually encounter any torrential storms, but we did experience wet and windy arrivals. That's when Mark would take the helm. I would silently pray that we would make it into the channel without banging Speakeasy on either side. The farther into the channel, the calmer the waters and I became. After several such arrivals, I knew I had to take my turn. I had to steer Speakeasy into safety. And I did! Just remembering, I'm smiling broadly. Accomplishments are important. Goals achieved are valuable.
Maybe I will survive the long Chicago winter by writing about our warm and wonderful summertime adventure. I will try. Starting here. Starting now. Now I will publish post it. Come on, a little nudge. Like that time we got stuck trying to anchor. Mark hung on to the boom and rocked back and forth while I put the engine into reverse and forward and then we were free. OK, let's free this up.