
August 7-9, 2000
Campbell River
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Goodbye
Time
We woke miserable. The sky was cloudy and we prolonged the good-bye by searching
for coffee. Everyplace was closed for "BC Day". So we ended up in a hotel
restaurant standing in the foyer waiting for our scalding, folgers to go. Finally we were
back at the marina. She had to catch a ferry. We hugged. I just wanted this feeling to
end. And just like that she was gone. The feeling did end. But it gave way to bittersweet
freedom. I was halfway done with my trip and still with no answers. My job and my band are
two aspects of my life that are just not working. I thought this time at sea would help
bring me closer to a resolution. And all it was doing was bringing more questions. How can
I change my life? What can I do to give it more meaning?
Then next three days are a bit of a blur. I had to be in Lund to meet
Aldo and Reed by August 10. I could have sailed away from this industrial town and
anchored for a few days alone with my thoughts. I worried that I would regret not doing
exactly that; but the fact is, I needed a break. If I could have left the boat for a week
I would have right there. But instead I walked. And I walked. I walked to the farthest
moving theater in town and saw, "A Perfect Storm" then I walked to the Radio
Shack and bought some cables for my stereo. Then I walked to the hardware store, then the
Internet Café and updated my website. Then I walked to a brew pub then to another movie
theatre and watched an equally as cheesy but more believable movie about ghosts. Then I
walked to get marine gear, to the hardware store just to look around and to the Thai
restaurant. I stopped tracking time. The tides didnt matter. Nor did the weather. I
just knew I had to set sail on the morning of the 10th and until then I was
able to just be. I walked to the public fishing pier and watched a guy pull a 42-pound
salmon out of the water. I walked and I walked until my legs were sore. Finally the
evening of the 9th came. I was ready to sail again. Back to Lund for the third
time.
Frank

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