
September 3rd marked exactly two years since we cast off the dock lines in Groton, Connecticut and headed out on this adventure. It’s been amazing, sometimes boring, and occasionally scary, but not once have we regretted doing it. In fact, with Covid currently turning cruising plans upside down for so many people, we are glad we left when we did. Although I feel confident that eventually things will return to normal, if we decide to swallow the anchor before it does then at least we will know we had a heck of a year and a half before it all went haywire.
Anniversaries being what they are, I’ve found myself reflecting on the past two years and how much easier the second year was compared to the first.
The first three months of cruising was hard. Books, blogs and videos can’t adequately convey the mental stress of each day being a new experience on the boat. For the first few months our brains felt like they were on hyper alert every waking hour. Every mile under the keel was an area we hadn’t seen before – a new route, a new anchorage, a new town. Not that we weren’t having fun. But there was certainly an underlying level of stress that was constantly percolating in the background.




