Friday, October 05, 2012

Sailing Monterey Bay

Sailing. My favorite activity in the world, yet I can't seem to bring myself to get excited about spending seven days on a cruise ship next summer. At least we will be near the shore in an intensely gorgeous place covered with glaciers and wildlife, the likes of which I don't see here. I do love the shore view. Watching the shore is one of the most intense relaxing moments for me while sailing. The few times I went to Alaska as a child, the memories of the glaciers, the bald eagles, the moose, the ice sculptures, still stand out in my mind. I don't have a lot of childhood memories that are picture perfect and clear as if they were yesterday, but Alaska is one of them. How do you feel about sailing? How do you feel about cruises? Ever taken a cruise to Alaska? Convince me to go!

Now this, the boat below, I could spend seven days on, a short swim from shore and lazily tanning on the deck, sipping drinks, taking in the sights.

Harbors are such a peaceful place. Sailing out of the Santa Cruz, California, harbor into the wild blue yonder, with rows upon rows of boats patiently waiting for their owners to arrive and take them on another wet wonderland adventure,
 sails dancing in the sunshine, providing dappled shade for those below.
 Shawners gazing out upon the wonders nature has to hold,
 boats with their sails blustering in the wind, flying creatures that also happen to float perfectly well, hazy mountains,
 smooth shores along the ragged cliffs,
 Walton lighthouse with the beach just beyond to one side, the harbor on the other,
the wharf, a sight to see, buildings suspended over water,
 the perfect gazing spot,
 a safe harbor for barking seals.
A more romantic place for me, I could not imagine, except perhaps the beach Brando proposed to me at - less than a mile north along the shoreline.
 Sailing, my favorite place in the world.
Silliness ensues after the water lulls me into a relaxed state of being I never want to leave.
 My view as I sat across from my family.
 My Mom doing the Titanic with the boys.
 Doing our own version of Titanic. Yes, I did the arms.
 Feels like we're alone on the ocean, suspended over water.
 Gazing upon the water, looking for a jellyfish. One will come my way.


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