Another Holiday, Another Rest Area

I’m sitting in a rest area in Williston Vermont tonight. I will deliver the first stop of this load tomorrow in Burlington, then continue to Martinsburg West Virginia. I have worked almost every holiday my entire working career, but I’m getting very tired of it. As I drove over US route 2 from Rumford Maine through northern New Hampshire and into Vermont I realized just how much time I have lost trying to follow a dream that was not my own.

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Driving in the mountains almost brought me to tears when I thought about the missed days camping in the meadows, swimming in the ice cold streams, all the photographs never taken. I thought about the time camping with my folks, my sister and my wife in the field below this mountain so many years ago. That was a snapshot in time I will never forget. I never lost my sense of wonder and the feeling of complete joy being out in nature, even if only driving through like today.

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So many places I have lived, each holds a special place in my memory. Many days spent as a young boy sitting on the rocks beside this lighthouse dreaming of high adventure. A fertile imagination unbounded and alive even now, I have the power to make it real. Today validated all my plans, assured me my path was the right one. When I grow up I want to be a nature photographer, and that time is now.

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But how do I compete, there are so many others? There is more nature than all the worlds photographers combined could ever capture, and each brings their own vision to the lens. Each has their own story to tell. I wanted to stop so many times today to pull into the lens the beauty I felt through my eyes. But like all of my adult life to date, I am at the mercy of my employer. Not much longer.

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Every sunrise brings another opportunity to share the feelings only seen by one, create the same experience if only in a picture. This morning was spent paddling in a canoe, the only sounds were the splash of the water and the cry of the Loons. A perfect morning.

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Even a dusty field behind a truck stop holds wonders of nature to those with patience and a steady hand. I don’t think I will ever run out of things to see. And soon I will add the aspect of the water view to the mix. The coast of Maine is truly one of the greatest spots on earth.

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Can I Find The Truth Of Me

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Alone by the shore, alone with me
I dreamed of adventure upon the sea
A young boy’s thoughts did rise and fall
In time with the tide, either big or small

White sails full with wind, the water thus parts
The thrill of freedom, rushing hearts
My home afloat, no matter how small
Brings joy to my soul, I still feel tall

And so I search, on land and sea
For what has so long eluded me
An answer to a question, not sure who to ask
I struggle for the end of this arduous task

Loved ones will go, some in their prime
Cut down by something as simple as time
We have no control over such a fate
I must find happiness before it’s to late

Can I find the truth of me
So many people I had to be
It cannot pass from you to me
Perhaps I’ll find it on the sea

 

The Trials Of Perpetual Learning 

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Like clouds in the sky, so too are the thoughts that wash over my mind. Remembrances of days on mountaintops awash in the glow of the sun, a photo caught in the lens. How far I have come from that day, how much I have learned. And yet many things remain the same, we walk much of the same path, never changing for fear of stumble.

Forward we must, or suffer the same occurrence we will. Straight into the future with head held high, we grasp at a dream with a single minded purpose. Never stronger have I been than this time, reminded by the past of the distance to fall. Each day a lesson to learn, each lesson however small adds to the cumulative effect of a life searching for wisdom and knowledge.

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The trials of perpetual learning are most apparent on a night like this. Alone with my thoughts I sense the miles I have traveled to reach the point of understanding, the trials of acceptance to reach the peak. And still I climb, ever searching for the next lesson, the next moment of enlightenment to fill another space in the recesses of my mind. Learning is perpetual to those who make it so, those who realize never will you know all that you need.

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A life of learning brings more than an encyclopedic mind, it brings the joy of discovery and an undying wonder of what we don’t know. Take a moment to look at what is right in front of you, instead of ignoring where beauty is found. Each day is another chance to grasp something new, add another slide to the presentation of memory. The only thing you take with you when you die is the pictures captured during your time on this earth, if you bother to fill that album.

The Gauntlet

Whenever I hear those words I think of 3 things..

v1.bTsxMTM3MjY4MjtqOzE3NDExOzEyMDA7MTUzNjsyMDQ4#1 The 1977 movie staring Clint Eastwood and Sandra Locke. IMDB describes the movie as, “A hard but mediocre cop is assigned to escort a prostitute into custody from Las Vegas to Phoenix, so that she can testify in a mob trial. But a lot of people are literally betting that they won’t make it into town alive.” Like most men, I have always been a fan of Clint Eastwood and his style of brash, no nonsense bravado in all his films.

 

 

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#2 To me he epitomizes the stereotypical hard assed, blood and guts male that many a young boy of my era aspired to be, if only in our dreams. Unfortunately I for one could not attain the level of machismo needed to shelter me from all the bullies of my youth. Suffered I did through school and more, all the while dreaming of a time when I would be the one in control. I feel that time has come to pass in my life, and I relish it.

#3 The section of I95 that runs along coastal New Jersey north through New York City and into Connecticut. Ask any truck driver in the northeast and he will agree, this section of highway is “The Gauntlet.” Many drivers from the Midwest refuse to drive here because of the traffic and the vast confusion of roads. Many times I have been intimidated by the mad rush of those familiar with the area, dissuaded and confused with the many interchanges to be negotiated to arrive at a said delivery. This is not for the faint of heart in a car never mind a truck 70 feet long!

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Crossing George Washington Bridge Into New York City

In my years of driving I think this one area has helped me to overcome more than just a fear of getting lost or other such misgivings. I think by driving under this pressure I have found an inner strength and calmness in the face of adversity that will help guide me as I go forward into my chosen future, as I face uncertainty in unprotected waters. I don’t “Rattle” easy and stay calm even in the worst situations, a blessing to help make better decisions in the face of fear.

One learns many things in simple, daily experiences if you are willing to pay attention and see the lessons in life. Never should you feel content in all things lest you fall before the hard reality that you are never in complete control of your life. Never do you amass such a wealth of knowledge that nothing more can be added. The day you think that is the day you fail completely.

 

Winterport Boat Yard On The Penobscot River…Where I Call Home

I thought you might like a few pictures of my boat and the place I will call home while refitting. Winterport Boat Yard is located on the Penobscot River that leads from Penobscot bay to the town of Bangor and beyond. This yard has a great reputation for honest people, great service and reasonable prices. They are equipped with everything I will need to bring Renegade¬†back to the glory of her youth, and return me to mine. And as an added benefit, you can’t beat the view!

Pearson 30 /AKA Renegade

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Winterport Boat Yard

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Penobscot River

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Bangor Maine

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The Chariot Of My Dreams

When self doubt rears it’s ugly head, I ask myself “why am I doing this.” Years ago that doubt would take over and I would most likely walk away from whatever it was I feared and give up. But not this time. I will not hang my head and go quietly into the night. This time I will fight with all my might and win.

It’s hard to put into words my motivation, but I feel the true reason for my goal of living on a boat is the fear of the unknown combined with my want of living a minimalist lifestyle. I have a deep need to prove to myself that I can achieve my goals, I can live a much more fulfilling life. I freely gave up all my past friends, sold or gave away anything of value I had, all for a dream that was clouded in the insecurity I have heaped upon myself. I must release myself from this burden or die a broken man.

Now that I have bought a boat, and the overall quest has begun, I also find myself reassessing what is a reasonable goal for my future, what is it I am REALLY looking for. All I know is that everything in my past is NOT what I wanted, so it’s time for something else. Will I sail to distant shores? Not in this boat. I’m afraid that goal was a little beyond my ability to bring to fruition, the costs for a boat of that caliber were just too high.

As I think this through I realize crossing an ocean would be a wonderful experience, but so would sailing to the Florida Keys, crossing the Gulf to Louisiana and Texas, maybe cross the Panama Canal and travel up the west coast to Alaska. There’s so many places this boat can take me that are completely foreign to me, and I could spend the rest of my life sailing and not see them all. So why do I need to cross an ocean? I really don’t. Like most things in life, it’s all about compromise.

So as I refit the chariot of my dreams over the next year or so I now understand what it is I am searching for, what drives my restless spirit to cast off the lines and sail into the unknown. I want to live free from the drain of modern society and all the burdens placed on us to “fit in” and be accepted. I want to conquer the fear residing in all of us, that nagging doubt that stops many from reaching their goals. I will risk it all for the beauty of the human spirit that resides in all of us, and I will do it on my own.

This post and it’s title were inspired by this video by Liz Clark, a woman I admire for her inner strength and courage to take on the challenge. Watch this short video, you won’t be disappointed.

Patience Is A Virtue

 

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I’m back at the TA in Maybrook NY again this evening on my way back to Maine. I should arrive in Bangor sometime tomorrow afternoon. I’m taking the weekend off to go visit my mom and to pick up the dingy that is part of my boat purchase so I can restore it over the next few weekends. This will take the place of the canoe I was going to buy for my camping trips before this deal presented itself.

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As we walk around on the freshly cut grass I remind myself that patience is a virtue. I’m almost there, in the grand scheme of things, almost living the life I want. Though it’s been a long road to date, the shadow that has lingered over my steps is beginning to be overcome by a radiant light. This light comes from hard work and never giving up on ones dreams, it comes from patience.

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The signs that lead the way have always been there, but the shadow was too dark, my vision obscured. I failed to understand how much effort is needed to achieve a lasting peace, so fooled was I with the false hope of easy this or that put forth by modern media. The best things in life take time, lots of time. I wish I had thought of these things earlier.

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As I sit here in my truck, the days miles behind me, I understand the view through my windshield is only temporary, a fleeting moment that will soon fade into my memory. In it’s place will be days of adventure and wonder, nights of peaceful slumber. Meeting like minded people instead of those still blinded by the pursuit of money. Sharing beautiful vistas and scary moments with those who wish to see through my eyes, feel what I feel. All you need is a little patience, and I’ll take you there.

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The Truth Of Ones Destiny

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Do you believe in destiny? Do you think your future is predetermined such as in the concept of fate? Like this bridge, do you think there is only one road to your future? I for one know not what the future holds, or if some all seeing guide is providing clues to lead us one way or another. All I know is we are presented with choices each day that have a direct impact on our lives, and I try to choose based on life experience, instinct, common sense and lessons my parents taught me. I must say my choices have become less problematic as of late.

By simplifying everything in my life I have cut down on the afore mentioned choices therefor reducing the chances of bad decisions. At least that’s what I tell myself. In reality I hope it’s just the knowledge I have amassed over the years of trial and error that lead me to the best decisions. Either way I see a better future than I did 15 years ago with a real sense of accomplishment for how far I have come. I now like me.

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Like the beautiful calm in this picture of Portland harbor I took last winter, I feel that same calmness washing over me as I plan for the refit and my time on my sailboat. Whether it’s 5 years or the remainder of my life, that time will be filled with serenity, stillness and a profound sense of content. Each day I awaken to the cry of gulls, the gentle slap of the water on the hull, all of the trials to date will wash away in the solitude of a life immersed only in nature. Each photograph, meal or walk on a deserted beach with nothing but my thoughts and my dog, will be the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow I have worked so hard for. No houses, no people, no demands….only freedom.

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I think the truth of ones destiny lies in the truth of your heart. Only if your willing to listen and understand what it’s saying to you can you attain a stillness to your soul, a bounty of blessings free for those who make it their goal. Only when you understand what really matters will you be at peace. My destiny lies on the sea, and to her I say, “Just a little longer and I’ll be right home to you.”

 

 

The Forest For The Trees

Sometimes you have to look through your own perspective on things, see through the forest for the trees. Only then will you see what truly lies in a ray of light, basking in the sunlight between the shadows. Sometimes, if your open to it, a clear path will present itself.

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Remnants of the past are bathed in the glow of life giving rays.

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Nature brings forth a beauty unmatched by man.

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Fields of grass wave before the unseen force of the wind.

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Even when broken, the will to live is strong.

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Through a break in the trees, what do I find?

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On occasion, if your observant, you may find something truly stunning in the woods of Maine. These are Ladyslippers, a type of wild orchid. In my lifetime of 51 years to date I may have seen 10 of them. It was a great walk today.

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New World Man

He’s a rebel and a runner
He’s a signal turning green
He’s a restless young romantic
Wants to run the big machine

He’s got a problem with his poisons
But you know he’ll find a cure
He’s cleaning up the systems
To keep his nature pure

Learning to match the beat of the old-world man
Learning to catch the heat of the third-world man

He’s got to make his own mistakes
And learn to mend the mess he makes
He’s old enough to know what’s right
And young enough not to choose it
He’s noble enough to win the world
But weak enough to lose it

He’s a new-world man

He’s a radio receiver
Tuned to factories and farms
He’s a writer and ranger and a young boy bearing arms
He’s got a problem with his powers
His weapons on patrol
He’s got to walk a fine line
And keep his self-control

Trying to save the day for the old-world man
Trying to pave the way for the third-world man

He’s not concerned with yesterday
He knows constant change is here today
He’s noble enough to know what’s right
But weak enough not to choose it
He’s wise enough to win the world
But fool enough to lose it

He’s a new-world man

Learning to match the beat of the old-world man
He’s learning to catch the heat of the third-world man

He’s a new world man
He’s a new world man

New World Man – Rush

Rush has always been one of my favorite bands. Their lyrics put forth a concise vision, a view expressed by many without voice, only thought. This song brings forth a feeling of acceptance about who I am, a rebel and a runner who has left his poisons in the past to run the big machine. A romantic soul searching for the truth of this life, trying to keep my nature pure. I understand I had it all wrong, I ignored the wisdom of the elders even when I knew it to be right. Foolishness is tied up in the heart of a boy, the rod of reality will remove it far from him.

Experience has shown me the correct path, yet I forget to follow it at times. Caught up in the moment my eyes are sometimes blinded by wants not needs, fears instead of hopes. I am human after all, full of weakness and shortcomings, sadness and regret, hopes and dreams, nobility and kindness. The human spirit can overcome almost anything but only if the will is there. I have proven my will by walking away from my sordid past, but it takes more than one conquest to make a new world man.

When I went to the Winterport Boat Yard to reserve my space for this fall, I met several other boat owners preparing their boats for launch. We spoke for a few minutes until I expressed my hopes for the future upon which they laughed and wished me luck, then walked away from me. At first I was a little dismayed, maybe a little hurt by their disregard of my goals, but upon reflection I see no reason to let the words of old fools discourage me in any way. They may have been sailing for years, obviously have more money than me, but I have the strength of my convictions, the power of my will that has been greatly tested, and I am no quitter.

As I’ve said before, what are you willing to give up to get what you want? I have given up almost everything I owned, still working a job I don’t really like, and walked away from every so called “Friend” I had. I have no house, no apartment, an old used car, and cheap wal-mart clothes. And yet I have something many people with millions never have…hope of a better life by my own hands. Nothing can take away from my devotion to my ideals, my commitment to see this through. I have tried and failed many times in my life, but this time I will succeed.

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