The Valinor Collective: eve of embarkment.

to begin.

2.17.11

as wicked storms rolled into spring park bay tyler, mike and i would plop a 6 ft sunfish into the angry, angry waters. our knowledge of sailing was nonexistent, and our ignorance made us fearless. 3 high school kids were beyond capacity for this mighty boat. and when the gale force winds got the better of our overzealous heeling, we'd capsize.

stretch, stretch to save our fallen crewman, scramble on the belly of the boat, and then heave all our weight on the keel to flip the beast back over.

soaked and with furious gray clouds above, we sailed onward, only to repeat this joyful turmoil.

ooh the beginning.

the answer to a legit experience on the ocean sea comes from a 35 ft ketch named cappella. she's on her way home to sweden. as of 2.17.11 mats, the 45 yr. old captain, is awaiting my arrival in st. vincent & the grenadines.

the following gnarnia is an attempt to document the journey from the southern caribbean and beyond.

i am no writer, i've never sailed in salt water, i haven't journaled in years, i have no idea what to do when i return home…but…i just bought my first pair of shorts in like 10 years…so…

these entires are meant for myself and anyone remotely interested.

this is.

The Valinor Collective

Sunday, February 27, 2011

eve of embarkment.

2.27.11
so...the other night George Carlin called me a 'pussy' and told me to 'take a chance'. actually, he called me an 'effin pussy' and told me to 'take an effin chance.'

now after 3 months of prepping, talking, researching, discussing, planning, corresponding, and difficult goodbyes...apparently, the time has come.

this post, on the eve of embarkment, comes from adam's home in chicago. a wicked head cold and vicious cough have come at excellent timing. that son uva bitch.

the uncertainty is overwhelming. that uncertainty is the purpose?

its time for sleep recovery.

so, heres to George Carlin and those of you who were a part of the difficult goodbyes.