Our story started simply enough; four friends moving a boat to its new home . . . 

What happened was an epic adventure. Epic because it galvanized many new skills, emotions, self-discoveries, tests of endurance, appreciations for people, for places and the bonds of friendship. Epic.

And, it was a true adventure. Never knowing what each day would bring; the discoveries, the challenges, the new beginnings. And the weather; friend mostly, but quick to turn to hostile foe.

Sea adventures are unique for their unfolding in such a foreign place. Not a city, not a country, but a completely different environment that drives a deep appreciation for the uniqueness of it. The ocean; a part of our world that’s dark, foreboding, and mysterious but also teeming with a life that thrives there, not dies. We are the true foreigners. Death at our doorstep in every moment; a misjudgement, a wrong move, a bad decision, pride, peer pressure, fatigue; any could result in the ultimate end. But it does not feel foreign underfoot after a few days at sea. It has a rhythm, a fluid motion that fills your senses and fuels your interest. Another world that somehow emotes feelings of belonging. “Sea legs” is a cute expression, it’s also an adaptation to something once known. It’s a place once rediscovered, you feel empty upon leaving.

That’s how we feel today. Day one back “on the hard”. We miss it already. We yearn for it. But this adventure has an end, and a new beginning; because it started as four friends moving a boat, it ended with two people, partners, who will be drawn back . . . over and over again.