4 OCT 2016
We are heading south from our summer roost in northern Massachusetts to get back to Cerca Trova. We had a first frost up there and the furnace was running day and night, so it was time to go. We spent a lot of the summer in Austin or in Utah, so we only had a few weeks at our roost because we really want to get out of Florida and as far south as we can early in the season before the cold fronts really start running hard. Which means we have to get a move on.
But our rushed summer also left us musing about where we will perch when we do, inevitably, move back ashore. We know we will not cruise forever, we are not getting younger and the cruising gets slowly more difficult, we get tired of the nomadic living and the scrounging for resources, we miss our family and realize we are missing time-spent with them that cannot be replaced. So, we will move ashore.
But where? We have become intolerant of raw weather but love the bracing rip of a good clean winter storm. We feel disillusioned by the selfishness of Western civilization but crave the enlightenment and comfort. We will want to get off the boat but can't be away from the sea.