SALT

I had a sailing  buddy  ... often we would  go out and have breakfast...  he was blind in one eye... when he salted his food... he would apply it so liberal... the salt would spread past his plate.. and scatter around on the table top.... I would never say a word..... I was laughing my ass off on the inside.

It was very funny..... we also  had a mutual sailing buddy... he was also blind in one eye... one  sailor was blind in the left eye the other in the right... so they figured if they were both at the helm they could see about right...

 On long reaches I would often just be sleeping below... that was actually the easiest thing to do.... avoid the scorching sun..   and reach for another cold beer.... throwing a couple topsides for my Bud's... they had it under control....... thus trust.

Then the other times when you sail alone..... with the  hallucinations and  darkening skies with foreboding  as your mate ending up having a full blown conversation with the Jib Sail... telling her to go below and do something or another.

A sheet lines that fall over  the gunnel and tangles  it the prop... alone diving over board holding to a safety line in the blue open seas and  increasing winds with darkening sky only 21 miles out from Havana in the deep  alone .... been there done that....... either way...

As the sharks swam circles around you...........  This  The  SALT  of life.... and perspectives gained the value of adventure, Salt  and Solid Gold the same.
Doing what one wants when they want to.... living imperfect..... looking, see what you have done.

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