Our Journey Begins

Anyone who has ever known me knows what my dream is.  I want to sail around the world.  

But that dream has been elusive as dreams normally tend to be.  Life gets in the way and has the tendency to make other things seem more important than following that voice that tells us to do very irrational and seemingly irresponsible things.

So if someone had asked me six weeks ago where I'd be now, "On the tiller of a 29ft sailboat crossing over the Rosario Strait bound for the San Juan Islands," probably would not have been an answer I would have even considered. 

But apparently ... a lot can happen in six weeks.

It all started with an innocuous trip to the islands in late February.  Chelsea and I went up there for a “scouting mission” as we had made it our New Year’s Resolution to move up north by the end of the year.  As anyone who has ever known me is well aware, I’ve always planned on living up in the San Juan Islands as a first step to achieving my dream of sailing around the world.  The San Juan islands present the perfect training grounds for such a journey—but I had yet to obtain that dream in my 32 years so far on this planet.

So on February 26th Chelsea and I started our journey, both physically and spiritually, with a weekend stay in Friday Harbor on San Juan Island.  Before we had even reached the island, I could feel the change.  We had barely boarded the ferry before the magic of the islands started its relentless consumption of our souls.  The evening sun was setting and the islands looked like something out of a fantasy book shrouded in a light mist and the grays and purples of a dying day.

As we sat there looking out at the islands passing by and fading into twilight, we knew in the deepest parts of our hearts that something was beginning. For me, it is the beginning of a journey that my soul has been craving since the moment I arrived on this planet.  For Chelsea, the islands represent an opportunity to feed her wanderlust and explore her newfound connection to the water in ways she had never thought possible.  Even though we had never visited the islands before,  it didn’t feel like we were visiting a place for the first time…

… it felt like we were finally coming home.

~Adam

Waiting at the Ferry Terminal at Friday Harbor at the end of our first visit.