Learning Curve
You might say that the greatest sailing experience that Ken has ever had, just happened to him. Going through what he has and having to scuttle his boat will stick with him for the rest of his life. It's a shame that he couldn't have managed to get his boat towed back to port. Been able to repair it, and continue on with his life's dream. My heart goes out to him. Can any of us imagine the heart ache he is going through? Can any of us imagine what his life will be like from now on? God, my heart goes out to him.Several years ago, I came around Cape Horn, going the other direction. I was on my way home on a solo circumnavigation. When I past that Cape, I said my little prayers thanking God for letting me get by that one. Then I let myself be proud. Thinking that it was just a little longer and I would have made it. WRONG!Off the coast of Brazil, and after one storm after another, I found myself in a boat that had no power, no mast, no fuel, and, and. I had been demasted, my fuel was fouled, batteries dead, and my heart was, oh so saddened. Something in side of me would not let me set off my EPRIB. I just couldn't bring myself to it. God, how dumb. I floated around for 7 days. Not to worry, I had lots of groceries, and I kept inventing new ways to try and get my lil darling going. A 44' Tayana. Then along came a Portugese/Brazilian fishing trawler. Between my poor Spanish and their no English, but such wonderful hearts, we managed to long line tow my boat into Recife.During the two months plus of repairing I learned some very wonderful sailing lessons. And I thought I had a good knowledge of sailing. After all I'd been sailing off shore for 30 plus years. Believe me, when repairmen, technicians and the like start looking at a boat, they can pretty much tell you what you did wrong. As in my case, the learning process put me in front of some very critical and truthful knoweldgable sailors. I attened some of the most embarassing learing lessons in my life. Reasons why my mast broke, why the fuel was fouled, why this, why that, and, and.Remember, I had sailed damn near around the world by myself. Had been in and out of some hairy ass storms and weather. I was guilty, in the end, of making some wrong decisions. Wrong decisions that cost me my solo "hash mark" if you will. All of the issues that I had encountered before those storms of Brazil didn't count anymore. Cuz they were in the past. And the decisions that I had made during them didn't count. What did count is, the decision I made in February of 2000 were wrong. I ended up demasted and dead in the water. And that is the FACT. None of the issues that happened before counted. The fact that I had to be with my towed boat and bring her back to life now counted. I floated around out there for 7 days, trying anything I could. Hell, I had all kinds of food. Made water by boiling it. I still had propane and a stove. The decisions I made during the bad weather was what put me where I was. Wrong decisions!I still sail today. In fact I deliver boats for owners when ever asked. I've only once solo sailed since that time. Once I did a solo from California to Spain. Solo sailing is for special people. There is nothing so wonderful as another person's mind, another person's help when you are out there. Solo sailors are a unique breed. A unique breed that God creatates. After all they are God's creatures. It's just that they put themselves up against some of the most dangerous elements known to man the OCEAN AND WEATHER.My heart goes out to Ken Barnes for where he is at today, and for the rest of his life. How many questions that he will never be able to answer. How many hours he will lie awake before falling off to sleep thinking of every moment, every incident of what he has been through. What started out as a great dream has now turned into one hell of life lesson. What a learning curve.I guess you might say, the difference between Kan and I was the fact that I wasn't going to give up my boat. I would have rather died on her rather than set off my Emergency Beacon. What dumb pride eh? Ken on the other hand get saved, get ashore and gets home. Me, like a dummy, I stayed with my boat, and went through the learning lessons while I repaired her. Some of those lessons were very critical, to say the least. Expecially to my ego!You know the other thing, Ken has a wonderful loving family that is fighting for him. Waiting to love and welcome him. Me, I thought that if I couldn't finish what I had undertaken that my family would be ashamed of me. I never gave them the chance to be family. Like I say, my heart goes out to you Ken Barnes. And God bless his family for be what they are. Right or wrong, good or bad, hero or just plain sailor they stood up for the man they love. Ken, what ever you do in life, you've done one thing to perfection. You've empowered your family to be there for you. You are loved by God, and your job is not done on this earth. You just managed to get a few more tools to deal with when you need them.In my life today, when ever I hear all of those off-shore sailors get together and start comparing "horror stories," I usually continue my way. And when ever a fellow sailor asks me about my sailing, I remember to tell him how wonderful sailing is. Telling him of all the great days and times I've had out on the ocean all of my life. Telling people of all the terrible times, to me, does no good. Not to my thinking. Tell the world of our wonderful little coves, of the wonderful meals, with the salt air, with wonderful friends, tell everybody about those times. That's what sailing is about. Share with the world our journey, what it's like to be underway with the silence of the air. Share those times!As a writer's note: "Right now I looking to buy a new Oyster, their 655. God willing I will continue sailing for the rest of my able years. But, I doubt that any serious sailing will ever be done SOLO again. My year solo'ng was enough for me.Be well,Bruce