In Between

The last of our Canadian passage is complete. We’re no longer under the Canadian flag, and we’re not under the American flag, yet. We ‘re motoring in between countries, passing the San Juan deFuca strait. The sun is trying to peek out from under the heavy burden of overcast, down in the dumps grey. The graceful whales are gone; the comical sea otters, beautiful crystal blue water, white sandy beaches, sea turtles, benign sharks, towering palm trees springing up in the horizon, Japanese trains, and the Effin logs- especially the one we hit last night!
We are overwhelmed with various emotions. We swing from elation to tears. How do we start a new life style. So much of ourselves have changed. Displaced, estranged from landlubber life. Cars, utility bills, Wednesday’s garbage can night, traffic, clogged grocery stores. Makes us want to sail west.
Thrilled to see our families for sure! Reacquainting with old friends, maybe find a job so we can enjoy the American dream of “home”, and even rebuild the cruising kitty after paying off the enormous dent in our sons’ inheritance.
Whatever life style we choose tomorrow, John and I are lovingly grateful for one another’s tenacity. We couldn’t have gone so far and long without our family support for the last 3+ years, we owe them a debt of gratitude. Can we borrow a car, couch, shower?

And lastly, we are honored for the experiences shared with different cultures and the people. We have been humbled by this very fragile, beautiful planet.