The Wanderers

To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea… “cruising” it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.

“I’ve always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can’t afford it.” What these men can’t afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of “security.” And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine – and before we know it our lives are gone.

What does a man need – really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in – and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all – in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.

The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.

Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?

― Sterling Hayden, Wanderer

A Froggy Welcome

OK, so I like frogs. When David and I saw this cute cotton rug at the market, I just had to buy it for our chart house. So when you take a look down the companionway ladder–you get a very froggy welcome. I’ve always liked the frogs in stories–Kermit being my favorite Muppet and all. Between frogs and toads, I’m an equal opportunity person. Frogs in the water and toads in the garden. For several years, my father puttered happily around his garden with his friend–a huge toad helping keep the bug population at bay. Dad was a lucky gardener to have that toad. I liked the toad because he was cute, Dad liked him for more practical reasons. According to www.gardeningknowhow.com, attracting toads is the dream of many gardeners. There, I learned what Dad already know–having toads in the garden is very beneficial as they naturally prey on insects, slugs and snails in a big way: up to 10,000 in a single summer! Having a resident toad keeps the pest population down and reduces the need for harsh pesticides or more labor-intensive natural controls.

the welcome frog

There are some great “myths” about frogs that I think about when I see our little green friend. The one I like the best is that frogs are a symbol of good luck. Really. In Japan there’s a little myth that bullfrogs are descended from a great ancestor who could suck all the mosquitoes out of a whole room in a single breath! If we’re ever in the California Delta at the wrong time of year–I’ll sic my rug on ’em!

Mast Hoops and Jackline Thimbles

There are some things which are SO truly circa 1931 aboard our schooner Mahdee. The latigo leathered mast hoops and brass thimbles along the jackline attaching the foresail to the foremast. Yup, I love it. Downright “shippy” and fun, too. Don’t even get me started on the leathered gaff saddle, the gaff foresail or the tradition of using blocks rather than winches for peak and throat halyards.

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PS–I do have to admit that under all the leather I covered them with, the mast hoops are actually plastic rather than traditional steamed wood. They’re holding up great and look great as well.

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