An afternoon on the Wolf

I think that life aboard Wolf will be very good.

 
Not better or worse than it was aboard Maria Jane, my old Pearson 26, but different.

The slate is blank between myself and Wolf; there aren't shared memories yet. Maria Jane,on the other hand, had 16 years worth of memories embedded in her; most good, a few bad, and on occasions it felt like sailing with a ship full of ghosts (including the ghost of my former self *).

I'm looking forward to spending time on Wolf, looking forward to it immensely, and looking forward to creating a whole new shipload of memories.

*I became ill in the middle of August of 2000, which is too long of a story to go into here. Suffice it to say that a little over a year later, having lost close to 50 pounds and hobbling on a wrecked right knee I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. I'd been walking around with it for over a year, slowly dying, and if that doctor's appointment had been a week later I probably would not be writing this.