Gone Coastal

November 9, 2008 · Filed Under Gone Coastal · Comment

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The closeness of the water around us is not to be easily dismissed. Where I lay to find the comfort of sleep is most certainly below the waterline with only a thin metal shell dividing my repose from the deep watery world spreading beyond the curve of the earth.

There are seventeen souls aboard the schooner. Four of us; myself, two other women sailors and Ed my husband, berth in the focsle — sleeping, reading, resting or seeking solitude behind powder blue lee cloths. The space is about the size of a mini-van. Read more