I posted a file from Practical Sailor which contains two articles on Mat Rutherford and his Vega S/V St Brendon. I found the first article a little patronizing and consequently wrote this (below) as a response on my Blog. I took Albion out for a bit of a jaunt today she comes out on the 17th the end of what was a very big season for me. I bought my Vega around Christmas and I am very pleased with the design. 2000 nautical miles logged. My CYA Advanced skippers ticket in the bag and my Yacht masters started. My first paid delivery from Halifax to Newfoundland 740 nautical miles. And my favorite trip of this season was out to Sable Island and back in big seas and big winds. She will be on the cradle soon and I am sure I will have some questions as I put her through her first refit. (More to follow)
"The Hero With a Thousand Faces,"
The call to sailing for me is an instinctual one. It is a physical thing more than an intellectual one. It is Bushidô a movement without thought. A passionate inquiry of truth. A sacred place where I find myself where I experience being alive. I am deeply happy when I sail. I feel alive and in rapture. It defines my humanity. It is where I find my adventure where the certitude of mediocrity and the allusions of our everyday normal self are destroyed. Heroism is simply a matter of integrity. It is what we do and how we act out of sight of land "in the wild places when no one is watching". If perhaps "The call to adventure, it seems, has an affinity for people with empty pockets". Then we should all take vows of poverty. The rich still don't own the endlessness of void and thought. It takes courage to project a path across a such a hostile environment but the alternative is not a life. Sailing is the last great freedom it's what I do.
"The Hero With a Thousand Faces,"
The call to sailing for me is an instinctual one. It is a physical thing more than an intellectual one. It is Bushidô a movement without thought. A passionate inquiry of truth. A sacred place where I find myself where I experience being alive. I am deeply happy when I sail. I feel alive and in rapture. It defines my humanity. It is where I find my adventure where the certitude of mediocrity and the allusions of our everyday normal self are destroyed. Heroism is simply a matter of integrity. It is what we do and how we act out of sight of land "in the wild places when no one is watching". If perhaps "The call to adventure, it seems, has an affinity for people with empty pockets". Then we should all take vows of poverty. The rich still don't own the endlessness of void and thought. It takes courage to project a path across a such a hostile environment but the alternative is not a life. Sailing is the last great freedom it's what I do.