Sorority Sisters
56. Sorority Sisters Early in the morning I made coffee. I’ve found that that’s essential. I really don’t function well without my morning cup ‘o joe. I double checked the essentials: engine oil level and antifreeze coolant, dinghy secure. I gathered my essentials at the helm and was ready to go. I cast off the mooring ball and motored out of the harbor. I decided to go on the outside, escape the boredom of the “ditch” and sail freely in the ocean. The first ocean access inlet that was deep enough without a low bridge was a mile north. Having successfully navigated the shoals typically found around ocean inlets, I was once again in deep, open water. The feelings of freedom, the realization of nothing ahead but the horizon, overjoyed me. It’s very therapeutic to …