On February 8th, I posted a story about a cruise that a friend and I, along with our two sons took to the Dry Tortugas back in June 1996 ("Father and Son Cruise in a C22"). The adventure I'm about to share is another cruise to the Dry Tortugas that we took in May 1998. This is the diary from that trip, written by Captain John and his son Will. I'm including a link to the photos that I used in the first post so please understant that although the trips were similar, the photos are from the trip we took in 1996.
Caz (Chuck)
What a fantastic read. I am going to have to figure out a way to print this out so "the Admiral" can read it. She "humored" me and let me buy the Believer but she still thinks it's too much boat and doesn't understand the need for two of them.
Iron Mike - Semper Fidelis
Jack of all trades, Master of none
1978 C-22: Believer
I was lucky enough to sail to the tortugas every year with family or boyscouts. Felt like being there again, but in a much better craft. Great read and Cheers to the little boat that cruised like a champ.
"The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails." - William Arthur Ward jerecaustin.com
I think I will print this off and keep it on the boat so, when I try to make excuses's as to why these types of trips can't be made on these boats I can then be reminded and inspired. Thanks for sharing your voyage!
Perhaps a few of us east coasters could put together an armada and go in force. Now that would be a blast.
1977 Chrysler 22
Ground to windward is dearly bought, but easly spent.
Thanks for sharing this! We're considering a similar trip this winter, I think the only thing that might stop us is the rising cost of gas. It's a long tow.
tgentry, you give me a call and I'll take my boat too. You will pass right by my house on your way down. My father and his wife stay on marathon key for 6 to 8 weeks every winter so we could have a base to operate from. To heck with the price of gas, It's the things we DON'T do that we always regrete.
1977 Chrysler 22
Ground to windward is dearly bought, but easly spent.
John and I had lunch recently, and were reflecting on some of our old adventures. He looked at me thoughtfully and swallowed the french fry he'd been chewing on. "You know Chuck, the trips we took during those years would be considered dangerous by some, maybe even foolish by others, but those are years that could never be regained had they been lost through too much planning and not enough doing." We said our goodbyes and I got in my truck; as I drove out of the parking lot, I thought of the words I'd read so very long ago, "life is either an exciting adventure, or life is nothing at all.
Chuck