For years, I had dreamed of 'sailing the loop', a boating excursion that involves traveling down the Mississippi river to the gulf...then following the inland waterways east along the Gulf and up the eastern coast.... then finally traveling westward through the locks and dams of the Great lakes until eventually returning to the upper Mississippi, then you do it all over again!
Timed just right, you can enjoy summer in the north and winter in the south...and enjoy parts of this great country, that only a privileged few get to see.
Many years ago, I purchased an old 1957, 40 ft Chris Craft yacht at an estate auction. All of my family and friends thought that I was crazy for buying it....and even crazier for dumping more time and money into something that they were convinced, would probably never see open waters again, at least not in my lifetime.
But to me, it was not only a thing of absolute beauty, it was the embodiment of all my dreams to someday 'sail away', and enjoy life to the fullest!
Every free moment, and every extra dollar I had...was spent on that old boat. I eventually restored it to it's former beauty and seaworthiness, by investing hours and hours of hard work and determination. Every brass fitting on that ship, gleamed like gold, every teakwood board on the deck was restored to showroom quality.
Many hours, many dollars and a lot of skinned knuckles were invested in rebuilding the ships twin engines until they both would spring to life instantly at the turn of the key, and sit there and purr like the precision machines that they were designed to be. Plus there were many "upgrades" that I had added to the ship, to bring it up to modern standards for both comfort and safety.
At long last, there was absolutely nothing left, that needed to be done to the old ship! On Memorial Day, 2019, I informed my family and some close friends that I had completed the restoration of the ship, and that I had made arrangements to have it transported to the boat launch ramp by the casino in St Joseph Missouri...where we would christen the boat. "The Tia Maria" in honor of the woman whose estate I had purchased the ship from.
I honestly do not know what I was expecting from my family and friends... a few pats on the back and a few exclamations of "GOOD JOB!' maybe.....but certainly not the " What the fuck, Dad?', or the " You seriously think you are going to spend your retirement years on that rickety old boat?" responses I got from my son and daughter. Nor the " You can do whatever the hell you want, but I am not setting foot on that damn boat".... response I got from my wife!
Well, apparently there comes a time in a man's life, when he has to choose between crushing his own hopes and dreams...to keep peace in the family. OR Double down on his intentions and follow through on something that he has been dreaming about....and working toward for years!
I chose the latter.... Told my family that they could kiss my ass, because I will be casting off in one week....and if anyone cares to join me...fine...if not, then I will send you all post cards when I get to New Orleans...end of conversation and end of our Memorial day festivities!
Since I knew I was probably not going to have anyone from my circle of family and friends traveling with me...and knowing that I probably would need some help to operate the ship. I decided to place an ad on Craigslist for deckhands, and posted details about my planned trip.
Although I wasn't expecting a lot of replies to my ad... I was at least hoping for one or two.
Days pass, and still no replies to my ad...
I get the ship loaded down with supplies, food, fuel, extra parts, etc. make arrangements with my bank to cover my expected financial needs...while I am gone and work out a contingency plan for the "unexpected"...and begin to count down the days until I can "Weigh anchor" and be off on the adventure of a lifetime.
My wife and the rest of my family had cooled down by now....and realized that I was going to do this...with their blessing or without....and had finally accepted the fact that it was really going to happen..and begrudgingly gave me their blessings and wished me luck on my excursion.
Finally, on the very day that I planned to leave....I receive an email from "Bob".....saying "Never done anything like this....but I am a fast learner, and a hard worker and would love to do this.....when can I start?"
I immediately send back a reply" How fast can you get here, I plan to leave today" Gave directions to the boat dock....and hit send. Minutes later....I get a reply back..." Packing my shit now....be there in less than an hour! Don't leave without me ... PLEASE!!!
An hour passes, ...No Bob.....two hours pass...Still no sign of Bob. So I decide that I have waited long enough. I start up the engines, do a quick stem to stern check to make absolutely sure that everything is ready for the long journey and begin to untie the shore lines.
Just as I grab ahold of the first rope. I hear a god-awful commotion coming from the area of the parking lot. I stop what I am doing...step off of the ship...and make my way up the ramp to see what is happening.
There in the midst of a cloud of dust and smoke and steam is the most beat up car I have ever seen ..still allowed on the roadways! I can make out a shadowy figure frantically tossing duffle bags on the ground.... from the back seat.
This person is wearing a navy watch cap pulled down over their ears, a huge yellow rain coat, at least three sizes too big... what looked to be cut off jeans and a pair of knee high white rubber Shrimp fisherman's boots!
They quickly throw a backpack over their shoulders, slam the car door shut, at least three times before it finally latches....grabs up the duffel bags and begins to head my direction at an awkward trot.
"Oh Dear God" I thought to myself. ". I hope this is not BOB!" No sooner, had this thought passed through my mind....This person spots me.....begins waving and yelling in a high shrill very feminine voice.... "Hi, Im Bob! Thanks for waiting! Ran out of gas and blew a tire trying to get here!"
As she approaches I can clearly see that she is indeed female....probably in her mid twenties. She drops her bags and extends her hand for a handshake. Not knowing what else to do or say... I shake her hand and stammer " So you're Bob, Well, I'm Rick....you're not exactly the kind of "Bob" that I was expecting....but welcome aboard"
"My birth name is Roberta" she says " But all my friends call me Bob....sorry if you thought I was a guy"
"Doesn't bother me, which gender you are...as long as you are willing to do what needs to be done...and not expect me to cut you any slack"....I said "Because on board a ship....everyone has to be able to do their fair share, and pull their own weight or we could both end up severely injured or dead"!