A man and his little blue boat.
I have to say, it’s been a while since I’ve been inspired - or really had any desire - to blog. As you can see, this thing has sat empty for a while. But this morning on my walk into work, I found inspiration again. Well, actually, it happened last night. But this morning as I walked in the crisp fall air, thinking about the conversations I had last night, inspiration suddenly came flooding back to me.
Over the last few weeks our go to after work spot has been our friend’s boat. As the weather gets cooler and taking our boat out becomes less and less appealing, we’ve found ourselves meeting up with a few friends to sit on one of their (much larger) boats under the camper top, have a few drinks and pretend it’s still summer. Last night was no different.
Five of us sat around sipping rum and cokes, reliving stories from the summer that we’ve told a hundred times already and watching the few hardy suckers venturing out of the harbor into the chilly Lake Michigan air. Then, around the corner came a tiny blue sailboat, heavily loaded that looked like it had made quite the trek.
We passed remarks that he didn’t seem to know where he was headed in the harbor and our friend Joey – a seasoned sailor- commented that his boat looked more kit out for the Atlantic than Lake Michigan. We immediately assumed that we had encountered a Looper , joked a bit about the primitive nature of some of his equipment and moved on.
A bit later, our friend in the tiny blue boat tied up to the wall in front of us and stopped by for a visit. It turns out that his little vessel was, in fact, equipped to cross the Atlantic. He had left his home in Hamburg, Germany in May of 2010 and planned to see the world and sail “’til the money runs out.” He departed Hamburg for Africa, then crossed the Atlantic bound for Barbados. He spent some time trolling around the Caribbean, then headed northward for New York, the St. Lawrence Seaway, Canada, and eventually, Chicago.
We were fascinated. Most of us were baffled that one man in that little 20’ boat with such a small cabin, and certainly no head (marine bathroom), could handle that sort of journey. The five of us continued to work out the logistics of just how he had done it, and peppered him with questions like “But what do you do for food?” and “How long do you stay in one spot?”. We drank and talked well in to the night, learning that his next destination was the Mississippi river and eventually Mobile, Alabama. Eventually went our separate ways bidding our new friend farewell after pointing him in the direction of the nearest supermarket.
As I walked to work this morning, I was still awestruck by the logistics of such a journey. What did he do about money? How could he just up and leave for so long? How did that tiny boat make it? Didn’t he get bored? Scared? Then I realized I had forgotten to ask possibly the most important question of all – Why? What made him decide to up and leave everything in search of adventure? Did he have a family back home? Perhaps some tragic circumstance made him decided to leave everything behind and see the world. Or, then again, maybe he was just a little bit eccentric and wanted to see what was out there.
As I sat at my computer this morning recounting the story I had heard the night before to a few friends and coworkers over Facebook, I was kicking myself for not asking what his story was. I was inspired to share what I had learned, but I wanted to know more. I’ll be back at the harbor later this week, and I hope to run into the Crazy German so that I can really share his story with all of you. Because honestly, his bravery and sense of freedom are the first things that I've found this inspring in quite some time.
