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Hello My Friends,
Gina called me the other day, knowing my history, to see if I could help another sailor who had just got pretty beat up comin through hurricane winds on the outside in a Sabre 34.
For all you land lubbers out there, that means her tiny little sailboat about the size of a VW Bug got tossed around like seaweed in a volatile storm with winds well over 60knots coming up the east coast in open ocean. I didn’t catch the circumstances that put her in harm’s way but suffice it to say, you have many Come to Jesus moments in a situation like that.
After making it to the protection of the IntraCoastal Waterway, she was able to find a slip at the Ft.Pierce city marina and recoup from the trauma.
For our friends who haven’t visited the east coast, we have lots of barrier islands that run up our entire coastline. During WWII, a huge “ditch” was deepened between the mainland and those barrier islands so that merchant ships could avoid getting blown out of the water by Germans and a few Japanese submarines off our coast.
Did I mention she is a single-hander? She may have had crew for that trip but it didn’t matter when your boat was at the mercy of Poseidon and his water. Nothing to do but put your life line on, make sure your running lights are lit when you get below to batten down the hatches, and wait it out. That kind of ride is a terrifying uncertainty that quakes your molecules and changes the chemical makeup of your hair.
Once you’ve made the decision to go below for safety, the helm goes on autopilot for a particular waypoint on the map… hooked up to gps. All sails are down except maybe a snippet of rag and the engine can slug it out with the current and wind. The thing about going below is that you can’t see much. So you’re sailing by gps but it can’t see submerged shipping containers that have fallen overboard and now become erratic torpedoes of Poseidon that could rip a vessel apart.
One thing that probably helped her is the fact that her boat was really low to the water, not much freeboard to shove around by the wind. That made her really fast. And that little Sabre could cut through the waves very efficiently.
What a beauty inside… down below. Teak floors, tiny little galley with a foot pump at the sink to conserve water. A regular configuration for the saloon… a couple of cushioned bench seats, a nice size table, starboard head, forward bed with an extra aft crew bed tucked slightly under the cockpit. Bit of a crawl to get in and out but you only spend time there asleep.
Her nav station was a thing of beauty to another sailor. All the hanging tools and gadgets to keep her in the know of exactly where she is on the planet. That’s not always an easy answer on a boat.
The netted hammock holding fresh fruit and snacks to grab was a delightful piece of eye candy… reminiscent of all the goodies we used to keep in our own booty bags when Lewi and I used to sail a hundred years ago.
I absolutely love living on a boat. The sounds and smells and water life both above and below the surface are so wonderful. Your world of friends grows exponentially because everyone out on the water has shared multiple complex scenarios to get there on the water and you know what those are! It’s a kinship that instantly bonds lots of people. And mostly they wanna talk about boat engines or heads or instrumentation.
Boat people are somewhat fanatical. And their priorities are so different that land people. It’s always about weather first, water, then fuel, then groceries and liquor. Transportation for a liveaboard is consequential. But generally, transportation is fixed with a thumb, a folding bicycle, a cab, a bus, or a friend in port. But then, we didn’t have the responsibilities of land people when we lived aboard for five years. It’s a completely different life. If you have the ability and means to get out on the water, it will definitely change your perspective about the world. Break
Captain Janie was a wreck. I drove an hour south to the marina she’d slipped into after the storm so we could visit about her plan. The boat made it through the storm without too much damage but there were definitely some repairs needed. Little stuff that didn’t effect the ability to move ahead and she really wanted to “get back on the horse” after that smack down. An experience like that, life-challenging, out of control, fear for survival for hours on end… well as Dr. Captain Janie says, can cause a little PTSD.
I took some cannabis for her to try. I knew her nerves were shot. I’d been through life-threatening storms out on our own boat… it’s harrowing and you feel both vulnerable and INDEFATIGABLE at the same time! Did I mention that Janie is a clinical psychologist? Wow what a fun girl to talk to!
Of course she and I hit it off like gangbusters. Two gabby girls about to embark on a sweet sail together up the Ditch! Easy Peasy! The weather was a little dubious but Janie decided to go inside so what’s a little rain? We could always duck into some safe anchorage and wait it out if the winds started to howl or rage. But that kind of storm wasn’t forecasted. Just 10knot winds and a little overcast.
That turned out to make the entire sail Devine. The sun only peeked out occasionally while speed boats and jet skis and party boats went zippin by. A sailboat, and especially the smaller ones, only go about 5 miles an hour. So that hour drive to visit her turned into an 8 hour sail up the ditch the next day. As expected. I saw a dolphin with a split dorsal fin that looked like a camel hump. I did a double-take but it was too late. The beauty had already disappeared before my mind could even tell me to gasp.
I like to know what I’m getting into these days before I jump in with both feet. So that first visit to introduce ourselves and understand if I would be ANY help for her, as opposed to more stress, was important. From what I’d already learned, my only thoughts were the safety of the vessel and if she was ready emotionally to get back on the journey.
Janie is a true cruiser… meaning, her life off the water is somewhat secondary. Her heart loves living on the water but she has established family, friends, and pets living all over the country too. She does what all cruisers do about that… find a place to stash the boat so it’s safe if bad weather comes and there’s someone watching it for you, paid, of course, and then fly home for awhile to see the grands and pets.
So Janie and I sat in the cockpit sharing joyful and fearful cruising moments and she came to understand my experience and calm came about. We planned to set sail about 7 the next morning. I hadn’t been on a boat in years and years. I couldn’t have been more excited.
Lewi got up at the crack of dawn with me to drive the car back after we drove down to Ft. Pierce, an hour away.
It was a glorious morning for a sail. Perfect weather. Captain Janie was clear in her instructions and we were truly compatible shipmates. I had a ball.
There were a lot of people out on the water going north and south which creates a lot of buckin wave moments when you have to jump huge speeding wakes because they didn’t bother to slow down and they’re generally little boys in big boats with small dicks. But that’s an opinion long-tested.
It was really an UNeventful sail. We motored the whole way and chatted and the sun stayed mostly behind the clouds making it a cool breezy day. We slipped into the Melbourne City Marina about 8 hours later without fan fair and went out for dinner at a local Cuban place called Latin Flavors…. such excellent food! Fit for Poseidon!
I’m here to tell ya that cannabis will calm those salty nerves and it went a long way in helping Captain Janie recover more quickly. She was able to sleep well instead of looping those fearful memories and stalling emotional wellness. She was able to be a little introspective and forgive herself for the battle beyond her control. And she was able to see ahead without fear and make a new plan.
Healing with cannabis… for every stage of recovery that she went through.
Host: Honey 26:57
You’ve been listening to another Cannaba Verum podcast with 21st century cannabis shaman Honey Smith Walls, about the importance of using safe hemp and marijuana products. Unless otherwise proven by a reputable third party lab test, please be advised that all street weed is contaminated. It may do grave harm to a patient with a delicate immune system. I challenge you to check the veracity of my statements in each episode by checking the medical citations posted on my blog at Cannaba Verum.com.
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- plant specifically grows, the acid form, the THCa – https://academic.oup.com/pcp/article/46/9/1578/1812749
- all street weed is contaminated: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5022003/
- Handbook of Cannabis for Clinicians, Practices and Principles by Dr. Dustin Sulak – https://www.amazon.com/Handbook-Cannabis-Clinicians-Principles-Practice/dp/0393714187 and healer.com
- Certificate of Analysis (COA) https://www.pharmtech.com/view/certificates-analysis-don-t-trust-verify