Most of the things people say they worry about when they hear about how we live… well, they generally aren’t things I worry about. Pirates. Storms. “What if something happens?” type stuff. Without belittling these possibilities, the risks are sometimes more about fear of the unknown, and the known factors are all things we manage against.
But then there comes a spell where we hear bad news from the boats around us. Twice during the two-week span we spent in Vanuatu, cruising boats arrived at their destination with one less person aboard. We’re reminded that safety is something we can never be cavalier about.
We arrived in Noumea this morning. Weather changes turned a two day passage into four days, but we spent most of the balance taking a break- tucked safely into a protected bay along our route. Here in Noumea, though, we found friends who had a more memorable passage- the pounding upwind pushed their rig over the limit, and they lost their mast. They’re fine, and the boat is eventually going to be fine, but it’s sobering.
So I’m grateful. Grateful to be safe in still water with my family. Grateful for Jamie’s depth of marine experience and amazing skills on the water. Grateful for our Totem- our vessel in more ways than one. Grateful for a tap on the shoulder to remind us to be vigilant.