to life

The age of miracles has not passed.  I am eighty years old today.  Few, if any, including me, expected I would reach such an age.  ‘Almost dying is a hard way to make a living’ I once wrote, and I have almost died more times than I can easily recall.  It goes with the territory of pushing beyond the edge of human experience.  Either I was very good or I was very lucky.  Perhaps both.

I now mostly live in a condo on South Carolina’s Hilton Head Island overlooking Skull Creek which is part of the Intracoastal Waterway.  GANNET is docked five hundred feet away.  I can see her mast from our windows and deck.

Hilton Head Island has a wonderful climate from October to May, but is too hot in the summer with heat indexes routinely of 105ºF.  So I am considering sailing somewhere cooler next summer.  Iceland sounds cool.

Carol and I will spend the day quietly.  I’ll go down and sit on GANNET for a while and consider what I’ve done with my life and what I might still do.  This evening we will go out to dinner and when we return I will pour some of my favorite liquid, Laphroaig 10-year-old single malt Scotch, and raise my glass to you and to me and to our dreams and to the passion to fulfill them.

To life.

Webb Chiles