Location: St. John's Island
It took us awhile to get off the dock this morning. Following a tip we waited to leave until the turn of the tide, around 1pm. This left us plenty of time to shower and organize before setting off but we were unable to travel very far. Mistaking the tides we were forced to battle down a narrow canal. With our engine running full force we still barely made any headway against the strong current. We anchored just after the canal. Although we didn't get very far it feel great to get off the dock. Ships and ports are a strange contradiction. A ship is freedom, the dock is a prison. Eventually the relationship changes. After being alone and isolated on the boat for a long time, running out of supplies and activities, the boat can become a prison itself. The open air is not so open, and the vessel that once enabled you to go anywhere is stuck nowhere at all. The dock is safety, security, the freedom to leave where ever , whenever you please. It is a connection to people and supplies. They are too extremes that seem incapable of balance. It is one or the other, freedom or incarceration, and the switch happens in the blink of an eye. Today Dad and I both basked in the light of the freedom. Tomorrow our world may change.
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