Popeye feels like home, almost as if we have never left … except Monkey has gone. Our bright, happy Monkey who shared those long, rough, night watches and all the highlights and lowlights of our journey from Bali and never once dropped his oar. He has been replaced by a work of calligraphy. Poor Monkey!
|Monkey ... in happier times|
It seems only fitting that we are aboard Popeye, pouring over cruising guides and charts, planning our next sailing adventure. We will be back to AUS in September to deliver her from Hamilton Island to Royal Prince Alfred Yacht Club in Pittwater – a voyage of 800nm down the east coast.
In the meantime, we are heading back to Calgary, partying with the Broadview Road crowd, catching up with all our friends, house hunting in Canmore, celebrating Diane’s 75th birthday in Parksville, skiing with the Caulfields and the Easts in Big White and the Pettigrews in Fernie, training for the Wasa Lake Triathlon in June and spending the Summer in Europe. And so our life rolls on!