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The marina is like a tomb these days. I don't really mind the quiet as it brings with it the stillness and peace I love, but the lack of human activity is a bit un-nerving at times. I know they are there...I am not the only liveaboard...but with the cold and the long, dark nights they, like me, hunker down inside their boats. Heaters on. Swaddled in extra clothes and fleece blankets. Warm drinks with a good book. Perhaps a movie or favorite tv show. Reclusive though we are, however, to a person we love the beauty around us. Spectacular sunrises and sunsets. Full moons shimmering on our watery backyard. Waterfowl acting as watchdogs. And always there to help if ever they are needed.
First post. Hmmm. What to say. I am sitting aboard Faith, snuggled down under a blanket, as the heater tries valiantly to keep the chill of the coming winter at bay. There is a full moon tonight. Large and deathly white. Peering in through the hatch. Stark, brilliant chill reflecting off the water. Odd how the mood of the moon can change with the season. The Canada Geese are huddled on the cement dock as if trying to conserve every molecule of warmth...I can sympathize. My mantra these days: onemorewinteronemorewinter..... This time next year, if all goes according to plan, Faith and I will be watching the moon from a warm, Mexican moorage. In the meantime, the cold of Northwest winters slash to the bone and cause one to doubt there will be an end.
