|My intrepid sailors lounging on the dock at|
Palm Beach Gardens back in December
Although, moving on is difficult. We are sort of lost at the moment. It is cold. We miss our dog. Our boat is in Florida. We are sitting here in Kill Devil Hills in February - the very month, and the very weather, that we planned to avoid by sailing away to the Bahamas.
We miss our dog. I know I said that already. Roux had, as our neighbor Marcia says, a big personality. Suddenly, our house seems too big. I am sure the boat will, too. We always spent a lot of time with Roux. He didn't like being alone. Especially after our big adventure to the Bahamas, we were all closely attached to each other. We were together almost all of the time, 24x7, through stress and calm.
We also had taken on the role of 'care-giver'. Roux needed a lot of help on a daily basis. Partly, of course, because we chose to take him on a sailing adventure. But also because of his age and health. Every day required routines, medications, patience and effort from all of us. Turns out, I had an underlying exercise routine of lifting, moving, walking, bending and stretching entirely based on managing Roux.
I realize that not everybody grieves like this for a dog. On the other hand, we have evidence that neither are we unique in this aspect. After I posted 'The Life of Roux' the other day, Junie shared the link on Facebook. Several other people re-shared the link. We got hundreds of visitors to this blog and countless condolences from folks who, clearly, shared our hurt. Thanks so much.
|Bahamas trip. We have logged over 1500 nautical miles|
including 6 overnight ocean passages. Given that, I think
even Roux may qualify for certification as a Coastal Cruiser.
Then, a road trip to Louisiana! We are looking forward to Jeffrey and Alyssa's wedding in March. We could use some good times, good Cajun food and reconnecting with family. Hey, Louisiana during Mardi Gras season. Who can complain about that?
And then? Well, we aren't sure. We are struggling with the concept of being SWODs (Sailors With Out Dog). We have to come home eventually, I suppose. We could just head back north. But we do have enough time left in the season, and on our Bahamas cruising permit, to go back to the islands. I am sure Roux would approve. Just in case, we have started looking at the charts of the Abacos...