In the last few days there has been a flurry of last minute entries for our group writing project on Sailing Bucket Lists...
Carol Anne's son recently left for college and as she contemplates what to do with her new-found "empty nest freedom" she asks Bucket... what bucket?
Edward feels that he has done all the big stuff worth doing... crossed oceans, survived gales, swung from the hook in beautiful places, seen the QE2... so in Two Buckets of Sound Construction he writes about spending time on the water with his kids and how he wants to spend his golden years.
Peconic Puffin told us about his bucket list in the comments to my Apathy Index post. His list is mainly about some ideas for meeting up with some of his blogging friends. I'll look out for you Puffin.
And Pat wrote his bucket list in the comments to this post. His ideas on the things he absolutely must do before he dies range from completing some ocean races to mounting the replacement rear light on his Sunfish trailer. Hmmm. Whatever floats your boat.
You can still participate in this writing project. Full details at Bucket List Group Writing Project. I'll post a summary of all the entries early next week.
Update: another bucket list just in from someone who has only been lurking on this blog up to now. Some_day_soling has a sailing bucket list which includes some ambitious cruises, sailing in a boat her husband has built, and a mysterious final goal.
3 comments:
Stout construction, the buckets must be of "stout" construction. I'm not making this up.
The fundamentals are stout? That doesn't make any sense whatsoever.
I guess that's why I'll never understand serious ocean going racing types like you, Edward.
Stout is a very fundamental beverage. Maybe not quite as sweet as porter or some of the holiday brews.
I got the light installed on the first doubled Sunfish trailer but unfortunately the arrangement didn't stand up to its first road trip; the nuts unthreaded themselves from the short bolts and the light fell and was damaged. Such is life ... now it's being held in place by a bungee cord.
Tonight I'm in "Husker" and "Bassmaster" 's fifth-wheel camping trailer on a point of land, with Elephant Butte Lake almost surrounding us on three sides.
Not enough club members showed up for our planned raft-up social, but we had an alternative ready to hand... the Hobie (tm) Fleet 48 Halloween Rendezvous and Pyrat Party.
Yes, it's true ... we're surrounded by multihulls. Amas to the left, amas to the right, hulls flying, sharp-bowed sharklik boats roving up and down the shore, and pyratical banners aplenty all around us. And, even, pyrated Internet access from the friendly marina nearby. Not to mention pyrated dinner, food, and candy. But, at least, we did provide some grog -- beer, anyway.
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