Warm sun, low humidity, a 15 knot westerly. Eyes closed, almost asleep in the cockpit, water slapping the hull, the wonderful slightly sour smell of salt air. (Only in Charleston do they call this the smell of pluff mud.) Absolutely nothing to do until dinner time. We are on Silver Girl, in Daytona Beach, FL. Boy, I could easily stay, at least a few days. Even if we don’t sail, this is slow-down time. The heart beats slower and the body moves slower. Days since our return from San Francisco have been filled with activity and finally today-just down time with perfect in-between seasons weather in Florida. Other times Silver Girl has taken us to the Bahamas but not this past winter. Perhaps next year. Where is your favorite wind-down place?
We knew this would be a quick but necessary trip. We drove as far as Charleston yesterday. Laughter and lunch with Ann and daughter Ann-Bicot. Delivered a book to Ann. Then a drive out to Goose Creek to pick up our stuff that Dennis brought back in the Studebaker trailer. A few books took some wear when a fast-moving semi caused his trailer to fish-tail and the trailer and tow vehicle end up in the median. No harm to Dennis and crew but a box of books went spilling across the trailer. A small price to pay for all he has done and been through. If we can order new book jackets, all will be good as new again. Back to Charleston and met our son Mike and his wife for dinner at another of Charleston’s great restaurants. If you’re headed this way, try Cypress, on Bay St. We both recommend it. Great food, ambience and service.
We did have one black cloud over our otherwise fun and fast trip. We got a call yesterday, just 20 miles out of Charleston, our life-long friend, Jim Ingram died. Jim taught Ed his first year in graduate school, was his dissertation advisor and eventually brought Ed back to UNC-Chapel Hill as assistant dean of the graduate school under his deanship. Both left administration and went back to teaching economics together. Jim was 87, and while a bit fragile, his death was sudden and unexpected. Dinner with him always included lively discussions of politics, world events and the economy along with whatever else was going on. We will miss you, Jim. Fortunately, Jim was at our party that launched our book and our World Rally. He had been following our blog as well. This is how I’ll remember him.
So, everything seems to be in order here. Ed is running the engine (marine diesels are loud, obnoxious beasts) and most likely we will head home again tomorrow. Can’t think of reasons to stay-except for the great weather and peaceful feeling of a sailboat. But there are no repairs to make and we still have much to do before China. Met up with Mary Crabtree (already nicknamed St. Mary since she navigates for Jack in his open Model A) while we were in Goose Creek. We discussed the essentials of clothing and hair cuts. We will both take along one skirt for those what-ever occasions. Soon to have a conference call and that will determine the direction that packing and planning has to take.
Waiting for the road to Paris,
P.S. If you haven’t checked out the website, Senior Correspondents, click the link on our blog. You have to be over 60 to write for them. Lots of interesting stuff.