After a very cold night spent making friends with some very warm people who had gathered in anticipation of the forthcoming boat parade, we set sail for home.It was a gorgeous day, again with following winds that allowed us to motorsail with the engine throttle set to "turtle."
We approached Lake Monroe with mixed feelings; we were glad to be on our way home to family and friends, but also sad that our journey was coming to an end.
We learned a lot during our voyage and made some great new friends. But more than anything, we gained a new appreciation for this magical, slow-moving river and are committed more than ever to its protection. Our generation has the opportunity to preserve this amazing river for future generations. We also have the choice of leaving to our children a river despoiled. It is time now for us to choose. I know where my heart lies and I hope you will all join in the fight to protect this amazing river so that our children and grandchildren will have to opportunity to know and love this river as we do.
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Great journal... I met you at Hontoon Island on your way to Jax when you cooked that deliciously smelling breakfast for your daughters on the cockpit stove. The aroma of bacon wafting down to my boat was the highlight of the morning. Thanks also for putting me in touch with the Lake Monroe Sailing Club... what a wonderful and welcoming group of soon-to-be-friends!
ReplyDeleteThanks Byron,
ReplyDeleteNice meeting you too. Are you at Monroe Harbor now? If so, send me a note and maybe we can go sailing some time.
Steve