Anchorage

This has to be one of my favorite places. The water is always cool and clear, and it is not unusual to be the only boat there. We spend our days swimming, napping, fishing, reading and rowing around with the dinghy.

It always pleases me to see the transformation that occurs when we get away from real life and all the distractions of the phone, TV, computer and all the conveniences of civilization. The kids all mesh together and get along. Bill and I relax and unwind.

We are on Mexico time. It is a different clock than the rest of the world. It is a lifestyle that our society just can’t seem to grasp. I know I have said this very thing numerous times, but it is so true!

Being on a boat takes Mexico time to new levels. We become one with the tide….the boat swaying back and forth following the wind, tugging against the anchor in protest. It wants to break free and go where the wind will lead it.

Yes, it was hot. There were mosquitoes. At one point, around 1 a.m or so, I broke out the mosquito netting, covered the hatches and went up on deck with my pillow to try and catch some breeze and some Zzz’s. The 2 oldest boys were asleep in the cockpit. Honey was curled up in a ball with them, so I moved some legs over and curled up at their feet. The full moon was up. There was not one cloud in the sky, and the stars were out in all their glory. I lay there staring up at it all, wondering how I was going to go home and have plaster for my ceiling again.

I empathize with the boat. Sometimes I feel myself pulling at our anchor. If we hoisted it, I wonder where the wind would take us?