This one completely slipped me by - I knew that the fifth anniversary of our setting sail from Kodiak was coming up later this month. But I just realized that this blog, which we began in the lead-up to our departure, is now three months past the five-year-old mark.
Here's our very first post. Nothing fancy - just a suggestive title and a single pic.
The photo is from a trip that Alisa and I had made along the Alaska Peninsula in Pelagic the summer before we set off to Australia. She's reacting to the fact that we were up and moving at three am (dig the endless summer light in Alaska!) after a wind shift made our anchorage untenable.
But of course the title of the post gets at something else. In those days we just couldn't escape the idea that it was time for a bold move, time to take ownership of our lives and to start living exactly the way that we wanted to, and that every day that we delayed was a chance that was gone forever.
And I guess we still think about things pretty much the same way.