I am listening to the pitter pat of the rain on the top of our boat as it ricks gently in Gloucester Harbor. We sailed in last night and found a nice mooring ball. It is hard to contemplate the way we felt a year ago, aboard the powerboat. We were two weeks into our journey on the ICW and we were in New Orleans. We knew nothing and we were scared. The sights were not as amazing as they are now. We had so much hope and more than anything we hoped for the best.
It has been a long, unlikely path forward. Aubrey and I were discussing the same as we sailed along at 4-5 knots yesterday. The sun was glistening and it was so quiet. She said, “I can’t believe that we own a sailboat!” I had to agree. It seemed surreal. In one year’s time, we had travelled 1500 miles with a powerboat and 500 with a sailboat. We learned to sail, on our own and learned to repair and maintain our boats. We learned to navigate, read maps and plan for weather. We still have a long way to go but we are on our way.