First mate of the Double Dog
Crackling white radio noise, a captains orders, crew men alert as the Double Dog drifts steadily through the harbor ports. Pickled Parrot, American Pie, Autumn Rose, Symphony, PowderMilk, “Good morn’n to you sir, captain of a nameless vessel”, my thoughts exactly, blue and white striped Old School and a beautiful worn in sail boat. Watchin for a pinch, ease the boat in, salty dog walking forward “Tie it off tight!”. Green sail bag of the Pooh Corner, Camelot, Penny Lane, B Natural, Jade Winds, Sea Nile, Salt-n-Light, cielo grande, Saint Jude, Significant Other, Cyndance, Cut To Heal, Double LL. Double Dog duties, creating mellow wake, i am a sea man sun absorber, my scales shimmer in the rays underwater, cool wind mild rutter flutter. Ahoy! Air shore space covered with dotting palm trees, hard sun bright white, clean sand tan hands. Float on past BIG DOG, Allegro, Pretty Woman, Gringo, Renewal, Dream Catcher, the drop bow port of national boat afloat, Ocean Defender, Mary Peter, Scorpio, a red buoyant buoy leads the wide way to expansive sea, dauphin fins dance on the wave top, shore observers, rock eddy, cruising speeds a go!!
Riding hard and fast over currents of powerful swell across the mighty ocean, California fading into the fog. Wings of water fly the boat up dunes of wave, rainbow light appearing as the sun reflects on water wings. An hour and a half of fast passed double rudder speed, the Channel Islands appear in the distance. I whip out my harmonica in F and sing sweetly to the dolphins and ocean, a majestic whale poofs water out its spout and dives down exposing its massive tail in the wind. We pull the boat in to a beach coast, about 30 feet deep of water and drop anchor. Paddle boards ready, i slide into a seal skin wet suit and paddle to the beach. The shore isn’t like california coast sand, this beach is composed of coarse rocks and pebbles, hardly any grains on the surface. Being bare footed, i step slowly into a cave 10 feet high and booming with the sound of crashing waves and of barking seals. Right in the middle of the sand, a mama and her pup. They head full force to the water, the baby still getting the hang of land maneuvering. I explore beyond the cave and find many crabs, shells and exotic birds with bright orange and red bills. “Darwin didn’t make it to the Channel Islands but i did!!” I call out to the valley and canyon. After sliding around on the rocks, i return to the water, paddle back to the boat, enjoy some citrus fruit and gear up to snorkel. Under water, beams of light pierce the water like magic spears and intertwine with sifting matter and swaying kelp plants. Even in the ocean, life grows towards the sun. I rested up on the top block lookout of the Double Dog while many tens of flies swarmed my body. About 3 o’clock, the motor was running, the anchor was loaded and the boat adrift. Taking the rains, i powered the boat all the way to the harbor again, an hour back. Red Right Return, the red buoy must be on the right side of the boat when returning. “Oh mary! Wont you come and take a ride on the boat with me! Oh Mary, we can drift and see the beautiful sea. What a marvelous place to be cheri! On the sea with my lovely Mary!” This being my first boat ride, i was ecstatic and inspired singing as other drifters waved back. What a heavenly hot hard day, i am a bit red in the face but alls well that ends well. Much love!!