by Jane Miller
Sailing is about trust.
Who to trust. When to trust. How much to trust. What to do if that trust is broken.
Close to one year ago, we left the dock in Victoria bound for Sidney on the eastern side of Vancouver Island. Off the dock, out the harbor, southeast along the Strait of Juan de Fuca, and a short jaunt up the east coast.
That was the plan. Continue reading “Sailing is about Trust”
By Erik Dolson
It may have been arrogant, or maybe just thoughtless. Selfish is another possibility. I took too much pride in having Irish climb on and off boats before we even made it back to Foxy. But I really thought we (I!) had moved us past the trauma of Irish’s fall.
Yes, we’d had trouble moving the boat away from the pump-out station, but the next day I rationalized our being pinned to the dock as the result of an unobserved flood tide and tight quarters. Continue reading “PTSD”