Sorry for the corny Willie Nelson title reference but it just feels great to be on the boat again. Been a long month.
Sipping a Sam Adams while our sons drive and navigate to our chosen anchorage is really why we do this stuff.
Ok...here we go again....WHAT'S A SAM ADAMS...?
Is it what we, down-under, call a Bundy..?
And, by the way..y've made me all misty eyed with this talk of being 'down on the boat again', but I don't think Willie Nelson is in the same league as....
[SIZE=+1]John Masefield.[/SIZE] 1878–
[SIZE=+1]98.[/SIZE] [SIZE=+2]Sea-Fever[/SIZE]
I [SIZE=-1]MUST[/SIZE] down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide[SIZE=-2]
5[/SIZE] Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life. To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;[SIZE=-2]
10[/SIZE] And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.