The Masts…Oh, the Masts

sails at Plattsburgh

Here I am once again. I’m sitting with friends at the Naked Turtle for dinner.  It’s located on the shore of Lake Champlain in Plattsburgh.  I listen to the conversation but I’m drawn to the eastern view, toward Vermont.  The marina is filled with boats of all sorts…but it’s the sailboats that attract me.

Where are they going for the winter? North to the St. Lawrence River and out to the open ocean?  Will they head south to Lake George?

I wonder…

If they go north, they can use a series of canals to reach the Atlantic.  From there, they can make for the Intercoastal Canal and eventually end up in the Caribbean…on some island…in some port.  Sipping latte or perhaps a margarita. And they can use the wind, however it blows.

Are these journeys behind me (in my dreams?) or in my future?

I look at the boats.  I count the cabins.  I’d like four berths and a decent head.  I don’t favor anything more that I and my wife can handle.

But, a guy can dream, even at my age, a guy can dream

Some of us will sail away and some of us will wait until the right boat comes in,

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5 comments on “The Masts…Oh, the Masts

  1. Jackie says:

    Wishes are what dreams are made of….

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  2. paul hughes says:

    Sail away. Maybe you can pick me up in Manhattan. Paul

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  3. Barbara J R Rine says:

    Some will dream; others dream. All will dream.
    No matter what their dreams will bring. Or not.
    “Hope always stays in the human breast
    Man always hopes…………..”

    Your writing invites the reader too read more.

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  4. chmjr2 says:

    Plattsburgh and Lake Champlain, the best place in the world. Enjoy your blog.

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