Captain's Log

Skinwalker Log, February 27, 2009

The world around me glimmers with clarity. Each visual object is detailed and vibrant, as if on a shallow Bahamian reef at noon. Each boat sound is distinct and full bodied like a ripe plum ready to burst.

A pleasant thrill deep in my gut, if not controlled, could mature into fear. I snub the fear with mental lines of writing that scroll randomly across my stage of awareness like a walk-on audition. I did not understand why my senses had taken on these Learyesque reflections, until my feet began to itch this morning. It is a tickling feel of heat. It is an itch that can’t be scratched, but must be answered. It is a note from the far distances of my body to my brain, like a conductor at the caboose signaling the engineer that all is well. “It is time to depart” said my feet.

I do not know if it is the lure of the sea or the season. Maybe it is the Urban Pirate ship, Fearless, beckoning me. It could be a quixotic soul. Perhaps it is as simple as wanderlust. Is it a need to know the unknown? Perhaps it is just gas.

I know that we have been working diligently on writing our book and have embraced a dear friend who has worked miracles as an editor. We now seek a publisher. Will of Westcott, are you out there?

Skinwalker intends to leave Ft. Myers Beach, Sunday, March 1st, and slew foot up the hill toward Baltimore. Along the way we’ll dance with Mother Nature, visit friends and enjoy the familiar solitude of unique anchorages that expose themselves along our path. This is cruising, this is my life.

Bones & Capt Lynnie