Salty Dog

I have to take a moment out from talking about the passage to focus on something that often does not get enough credit….more on the passage details tomorrow.

Truth be known, the truest salty sailor aboard Terrapin is Kala.  She was down below from Tuesday evening until about noon on Friday.  She had to overcome so many preconceived ideas – she had to potty down below (in her house) and she wasn’t able to run and play.  As far as she knew, it was WWIII and people were trying to blow us up (being down below in a boat that is pounding into waves sounds like bombs going off in every direction while items on one side of the boat fly across the room to the other and no one is able to stand upright.)  I did give her some medicine to help ease any anxiety she might be feeling (I probably should have popped a couple of those for myself) and it seemed to help.

When she finally came up to the cockpit Friday afternoon, she was as happy as the day we left.  She is so resilient and sweet.  She makes difficult times for us so much better and there is no place the three of us would rather be than next to each other. 

Don’t get me wrong, she will not let us back out on our promise for lots of dinghy rides, sandy beaches, and coconuts to shred when she gets to the Caribbean.  She just holds on steady and trusts that we will comply.

She changes our lives and we want her with us every step of the way. 

Welcome aboard kisses.

This sailing stuff is hard work.

Watching over the mooring field.

Wanna play?

Best friends