21 Apr Why
I am often asked why. Why do something so difficult? Something so far outside the realm of norm? The question is usually posed as if there is a singular reason. There isn’t. There are many whys and my answers always seem to fall short of the mark.
Every now and then I am shown why. And I am reminded of this:
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I … I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”
We go East and home. The divergent road is no more and our sights are set on 5 of 5. We will be tested yet again as the forecast calls for 45 knots and 30′ waves later today but why has turned to resolve and I must focus on the here and now not the then and when.
Knock on wood and fingers crossed this will be the last of the lows before South Cape. My mother would have said that it is always hardest right at the end. Somewhere I am sure she is saying it now.
Follow my tracks in real-time: