Incredibly Rough Seas
What on earth is it with people? Never satisfied with what they've made of their lives. Always looking for something else. A life well lived is no longer sufficient. In advanced years, rather than playing out one's attachment to life, looking to danger to chill the spine. As though at the age of 68 anticipating a nice, relaxed pace of life that may include sailing a boat in waters that don't reach over the horizon and beyond immediate assistance doesn't represent enough of a challenge.
Reaching instead outward, far outward for other, far greater satisfactions. To be challenged by the extremities of weather in the sphere of peerless adventure, where luck more than skill will ultimately decree whether or not the dauntless adventurer will live to tell his story of marvellous escape from the trauma of giant waves inundating his 13-metre sailboat. But then, on the way to Bermuda - isn't that a wonderfully-aspiring destination?
Oh yes, through the Atlantic, at a time of year when storms ragingly pace themselves in a vast landscape of endless dark, roiling sea. Serendipitous to be able to put into port and let the seas rage, then die down again, the storm pass, then set out to passage the dark waters once more. That would be a nice scenario. After all, twenty years of sailing should amount to some experience gained?
Ah, experience. What's that to nature, and to the spectacle of a minuscule object bobbing inside ten-metre-high waves in the middle of the Atlantic? Well, an adventure to be certain. An adventure to end all such adventures. And precisely how many such adventures end, as well. Should Hubert Marcoux, who left Halifax on November 9, reach his destination safe and sound, he can then set about writing another book.
Detailing yet another bracing adventure. Readers are fascinated with descriptions of outwitting nature despite extreme weather conditions, a series of unremitting storms. How good a sailor would one single individual in that vast ocean have to be to surmount the difficulties his craft, both material and acquired would encounter in these circumstances?
Reaching instead outward, far outward for other, far greater satisfactions. To be challenged by the extremities of weather in the sphere of peerless adventure, where luck more than skill will ultimately decree whether or not the dauntless adventurer will live to tell his story of marvellous escape from the trauma of giant waves inundating his 13-metre sailboat. But then, on the way to Bermuda - isn't that a wonderfully-aspiring destination?
Oh yes, through the Atlantic, at a time of year when storms ragingly pace themselves in a vast landscape of endless dark, roiling sea. Serendipitous to be able to put into port and let the seas rage, then die down again, the storm pass, then set out to passage the dark waters once more. That would be a nice scenario. After all, twenty years of sailing should amount to some experience gained?
Ah, experience. What's that to nature, and to the spectacle of a minuscule object bobbing inside ten-metre-high waves in the middle of the Atlantic? Well, an adventure to be certain. An adventure to end all such adventures. And precisely how many such adventures end, as well. Should Hubert Marcoux, who left Halifax on November 9, reach his destination safe and sound, he can then set about writing another book.
Detailing yet another bracing adventure. Readers are fascinated with descriptions of outwitting nature despite extreme weather conditions, a series of unremitting storms. How good a sailor would one single individual in that vast ocean have to be to surmount the difficulties his craft, both material and acquired would encounter in these circumstances?
Labels: Adventure, Environment, Nature
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