Several readers of this blog have, correctly, pointed out that I am taking a trip instead of making this the journey of discovery it was meant to be.
Please don't misunderstand, I am 'discovering' plenty. My physical strength is returning. My confidence in the boat and my ability to sail her is returning. I am seeing the American heartland in ways never imagined.
But am I discovering my 'place' in the universe? How does one know?
No, I am not experiencing the places I'm visiting. And, sadly, I have had to race past some of the finest cruising grounds in the world because the season is pressing on.
I am worried about finding myself rounding the Gaspe' Penninsula and crossing the Gulf of the St. Lawrence too late in the season. I don't have the stomach for fall gales in the North Atlantic......I have no desire to experience the Perfect Storm firsthand.
The southern route, via the Oswego River into the Erie Canal and the Hudson River presents a highly viable alternative. Maybe I will take time to explore the Thousand Islands region, another crusing gem of the Great Lakes and head south.
What I can say is, the trip and the journey are inextricably intertwined, but the journey may last far longer than the trip.
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