S/V Adventurer

When I started this blog almost 2 years ago, I wanted to accomplish 2 things with it. First, I wanted some sort of record of our big adventure so that when I was old and senile, I had proof that we did something big. The second and more important reason, was to be able to share our thoughts, feelings, and experiences with family and friends (you). Since talking about feelings makes everyone uncomfortable, that is what we are going to talk about today. Last night, as I was sitting on the edge of a volcanic crater here in central Oregon, with my feet dangling down over the edge and waiting for the sunset (Mom, I was perfectly safe), I had a reoccurring feeling that I've had quite often in the last couple of years. I'm not sure there is an actual word for the feeling I had, but the best way I can describe it is that I just felt alive. Eating, sleeping, breathing, and pooping. Technically speaking, those things mean you are alive. But actually feeling alive is a who...

I am writing this bit of nonsense today for 3 reasons. The first reason is the same reason I write all of these posts. It's mainly for my own amusement. I think I'm hilarious. I am probably the funniest person I know. If you ask Brenda, I'm sure she'll tell you the same thing (actually she'll probably tell you that I am mostly just annoying...but what does she know?) The 2nd reason is also one of the main reasons I write these bits of rambling. It's so my Mom doesn't worry about us, and if you are wondering, yes my Mom likes to worry. Don't worry Mom, we are alive and well (Hi Mom...sorry I haven't called lately). And the 3 rd reason is because of 6 different conversations I've had in the last couple of weeks with 6 different friends that mysteriously went almost exactly the same way. In a nutshell, all 6 of these people basically told me I was lazy for not keeping up with the blog. They all said something about how I have ...

For the last handful of days, I have been dragging my butt out of bed at a time in which no human being should be awake, all for the sake of watching the sun poke it's head above the horizon. Why would you do this you ask? Well, I think the better question is why not? I really have nothing better to do, unless you count sleeping till a reasonable hour something better. Here in Central Oregon, there are tons of smaller peaks that beg to be sat on as the sun brings in a new day. A lot of these peaks are within easy reach of a major highway and only take an hour or two of climbing to get to the top. And the best part of all, is that since it is winter, after the climb up, guess who gets to ski down? You guessed it...this guy. It just means that a whole lot of gear and weight gets packed up a mountain at an ungodly hour and in the dark. If the whole point is to watch the sunrise at the top, guess what time this guy has to get to the base of the mountain to start climbing? ...