Adrift

Adrift at sea without sails.

That’s pretty much how I feel these days.

I hate it.

A few days ago I was web searching for a camping destination when I came across some pictures of the Peter Iredale.  The photos reminded me of a trip to the coast that my family took when I was a kid.  The decayed ribs of the ship were haunting.  I don’t remember the exact story of this ship, and quite frankly I don’t have the gumption to look it up right now, all I know is that more than 100 years ago it ran aground and couldn’t break free.  It must have been quite the disaster.  As it has sat in it’s grounded state the Pacific Ocean waves, sea salt and wind have taken what was once a functioning, mighty four-masted ship and turned it into a skeleton of it’s former self.   Imagine for a moment if the ship had never run aground, or an even more exciting scenario, imagine the crew in the fight of their lives and narrowly escaping disaster…  There would be no sad story to tell.  There may have even been a harrowing tale of victory.

 

The Peter Iredale

 

Adrift at sea without sails.

I have to get past this.

I hope you’ll hang with me, and give me a shout out now and then.  I could use the moral support, and after all, that’s what friends do.

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