Plunging into the depths of ...

[Marlene A. Sassaman]

Hopefully I won't be plunging into the depths of hell but rather into the land of sunshine and rainbows. Fewer rainbows perhaps because rainbows need rain and rain conjurs up storms and storms can be deadly. Other things can be deadly as well. Yet friends and other beings of the human kind seem to relate sailing offshore as a sure method of meeting one's demise. Who thinks about a deadly car crash on their routine drives, or a heart attack brought on by poor eating habits. Regardless of the pessimists, the unlearned and the naysayers in three days I'm off to a third world country with a man I've never met.

 

Hm, when I put it that way there does seem to be inherent risk. The gentleman was recommended by a friend of a friend. Both friends being respected sailors, boat builders and designers it seems reasonable that all will be fine. As always I expect to be cautious, will dress casually, and carry my trusted sharp bladed knife. Oh crude, forget the knife or I'll have to check it in the baggage compartment on the flight. If I were going non-stop it wouldn't be a problem. When having to change from a domestic to an international flight the chance of lost baggage increases exponentially. Better leave the weapon home and rely on my martial arts skills learned from a series of home videos back when VHS tapes were the talk of the town.

 

Speaking of martial arts, it's time to get back in shape. If you recall my past two entries spanning a month focused on my laxed fitness routine. It hasn't gotten any better except for today. As soon as this paragraph is over I'm back on the total gym while my good DVD friends from P90X slim and trim me up. A lot of muscle building and water excess can be eliminated in 3 days-- then it's off to survey my potential dream boat  (not the stranger who will accompany me to do the survey, rather the thirty-five foot center cockpit wood epoxy constant camber trimaran.....