As the cast off date, Sunday the 20th, draws near the Captain begins to dither.
Planning is a large part of the voyage so he is making his list and checking it twice.
How did we assemble so much stuff? Already time to reshuffle.
It is imperative that my quarters with their attendant bowls and blankets be in good order.
Also, we must lade on my treats and water. He can be so forgetful, though he means well.
Then, too, there are the prerequisite goodbyes and fond farewells. You would think they would think of me with an extra treat or two. Too often the First Mate is forgotten in all the hubbub.
Our planned course is through the back by-ways of the desert and then through Indian country….home of the Navajo, Utes and Piutes.
We will traverse the “four corners” then up through Moab in Ute-land and thence to Grand Junction where we will pow-wow with many friends who will give me treats.
We will then visit a Ginny person (she has a Corgi….are they friendly?) and hopefully follow with a sail into Oakland.
This is the Captain’s plan. Mine would include more time in places where they cook chicken and bacon, essential First Mate food elements.
Until We Cast Off,
First Mate, Tasha II