I have been feeling quite burned out the last few weeks and decided to rely on my favourite cure-all and go sailing. The weather Gawds co-operated (after a fashion) and contrived to send me a lovely, mostly sunny day. Of course I paid for such sunshine by having the wind constantly on the nose from the moment I left the harbour, turned east, passed Trial island and eventually headed north by northwest up Haro Strait. The wind veered almost perfectly in step with my progress, so in disgust I turned about and headed into Cadboro Bay for the night. No matter; I couldn't get going until later in the day, and keeping things easy was fine by me.
I was surprised by how little this short jaunt mollified me. Normally, it only took an hour or less of being on the water and I am far more relaxed and in a much brighter mood. Not this time. I think I let myself get dragged down too far, and it's going to take longer for me to recover. Of course it's more relaxing when it's a glorious warm summer day, although I have absolutely no complaints regarding today's weather, considering it's still January and I only needed a sweater.

So now I'm at anchor in Cadboro Bay wondering what I'm doing here and if I should just pack it in. That oceanfront villa is looking all the more promising, but that seems to me to be the easy way out. Generally speaking I like things to be more rather than less difficult, as I feel more alive and I enjoy a challenge. But right now I'm sleep deprived and weakened, and don't know which is the best way to recharge my emotional and spiritual batteries. I guess I'll have to decide tomorrow whether to turn back and seek easy comfort or push on ahead.


Sublime day on Juan de Fuca Strait