I know not everyone has discovered the mystery of the blue ocean in cruising across open water, but for me and my family this is our life. The career of my husband, Walter, has run the gamut of many positions, and all of them have had their foundation in water. From treasure diver to yacht captain, to marine surveyor, he is the embodiment of the term mariner. As a fisherman, freediver, and spearfisherman, he is a true waterman.
Walter and I live in Miami, Florida with our three sons, and have had several boats of our own in the thirty-some years we have been together. Our “vacations” involve loading up whatever our current boat is at the time and heading out for a couple of weeks with our three boys. My husband calls these voyages a “vacation” but I have learned they are, in fact, adventures. And adventures are often quite challenging, sometimes terrifying, and yet mercifully interspersed with pockets of beauty and wonder.
My husband lives to be at sea and we are in good hands with him. He can fix anything; his problem solving skills are superb. And he doesn’t panic. If I am ever in a life-threatening situation, I want to be with him because I’m certain I would then survive. And yet, being adventurous requires that one is willing to accept a certain amount of risk. How much risk is too much? When does accepted risk tip the scales from safety and security to disaster and demise? I don’t think Walter considers this too much, but I certainly do. I am not a risk taker by nature, but because I am Walter’s wife, I am forced to assume a certain amount of risk if I wish to accompany the family on these “vacations” of his.
I admit it – it’s scary for me, sometimes. But the truth is that at the end of every voyage I find that even if I was terrified at times, I enjoyed the experience as a whole immensely. When problems arise – and they always do – we solve them together as a family. And in the enchanting middle parts, when the full moon rises over a flat calm sea, scattering crystal reflections across her inky surface, when our sons shoot the fish of their life and surface with grins from ear to ear, when we are sitting outside on our back deck at sunset with a margarita and fresh lobster fettuccine, it is then that I look around and know that I am blessed. That come hell or high water, I would never choose to be anywhere else but right here with this mariner man and our three sons.
This blog is a precursor to the book I am currently writing – a memoir that shares our love story and our life of adventure together with our sons as we explore and experience much of what the ocean has to offer. If you enjoy this blog, please share it with others. In the posts to come I will share how the beauty – and the savagery – of the ocean has touched me and transformed my otherwise ordinary life into something remarkable and special. Through these tales of the sea, you will witness the infrangible bond our family shares through having survived and embraced the mystery of the blue.