The Inflection Point
Seeing is believing May 21, 2015 When I crawled into my berth in the quiet of Waddington Cove, I didn't expect to sleep well. Each of the early days of the trip had been marked by one or another crisis -- mostly small things, but issues that eroded the confidence of a skipper on the most ambitious trip of his life. I had engaged the imagination of both of my children, and three of my closest friends, and each had committed time and treasure to sharing in the adventure. What was I thinking, to campaign a 26 foot boat to the northern reaches of the Inside Passage, meet a complicated time schedule in the face of Spring weather, and keep crew and vessel safe in waters and conditions new to me? For all my doubts, I did sleep that night, but in wakeful intervals I also thought about our problem and the resources available to solve it. Mathias had twice been in the water on the trip, albeit in hot sun, and for a couple minutes at a time. The circumstances now mitigated agains...