Daysail: It’s not that you’re carrying all that…

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by Philip Scott Wikel

I was to meet Dunby at the harbor at 7:00 for a day-sail to the islands. A bit of forethought had prompted me to set up the coffeemaker for 6:00. Upon waking I was greeted by the sweetly bitter fragrance of “french roast” brewing in the kitchen.

Outside the day was warm and still, the kind of day you don’t usually expect until late June or early July, but when it comes in March, it’s more than welcome. It’s the kind of day that, after a long rainy winter, reacquaints you with summer and the promise of the sun.

I arrived at the harbor and made my way to “C” dock. Dunby was there already, wrestling with the main sail cover and grumbling about this or that to himself, the echoes of which reflected off the still water like the maniacal ravings of a troll under an abandoned bridge.

“Mornin’ Hadley,” I said, alerting him to my presence.

“Oh, good morning Jack,” he returned, as if shaken from a sound sleep.

“Problem with the main?”

“Naw, just need a new sail cover is all,” he said, his kiwi accent resurfacing.

“Some coffee?, I asked, holding up my thermos.

“Naw, already had too much.”

“What can I do then.”

“You wanna check the outboard, we’re gonna have to motor out until the wind picks up.”

I stepped on to the boat.

“Nice day huh?”

“Yeah.”

By 8:00 o’clock we had cleared the harbor mouth and a fresh wind had begun to wrinkle the channel. Dunby set the main and took over the tiller while I sat and watched the town grow smaller and smaller, looking more and more like Menton or even Nice.

“Strange town isn’t it?, I said, feeling the initial rush of having gotten underway.

“Yeah, nice from here.”

In the middle of the channel the wind began to rise and the coastline was blurred by a light haze. The main was filling and Dunby shut off the motor. He then made a strained glance to the northwest, gave me the tiller and started securing whatever needed to be secured, then reefing the main.

When he sat down, I sensed, at least for a moment that he’d settled a bit.

“So how’s it goin’ Hadley.”

“Life, you know man, money, work, what’s it all about?

“Well we’re out here now, it’s all back there, hang out.”

“We’ll be going back later.”

“But we’re not there now.”

“I know what you mean, just a bit stressed I guess.”

“It’s not that you’re carrying all that, it’s that you have all that to carry,” I quoted.

“I know, Simplify, I’m not in the mood for that crap today.”

“I know what you mean.” It was best not to push it, he needed to be quiet.

We reached the island at its northeastern end and decided to go around behind it and hide from the wind, and other things, while we had some lunch.

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The “I Want To Live” Foundation: One Small Step for Keiki-kind?

The sea, the great unifier, is man's only hope. Now, as never before, the old phrase has a literal meaning: we are all in the same boat.  - Jacques Yves Cousteau
The sea, the great unifier, is man’s only hope. Now, as never before, the old phrase has a literal meaning: we are all in the same boat. – Jacques Yves Cousteau (Seen here with John Denver c.1976)

As part of the mission of Mauisalt I want to introduce the idea of introducing those less fortunate than ourselves to the sea. My idea is simple: Everyone’s world is widened by experiencing the depths and mysteries of the ocean. As a child I was fascinated by “The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau.” It was, in large part, because of Mr. Cousteau that I was inspired to study Marine Biology in college, became involved with the Surfrider Foundation and Greenpeace, and immersed myself in surfing and the ocean world.

The original plan for IWTL (the I Want To Live Foundation) was to find sailors willing to volunteer their time to taking kids for a sail. While I still think this idea is a good one, there are so many other ways to experience the ocean; diving, snorkeling, surfing, kiting, observing tide pools, the opportunities for discovery are seemingly endless.

Sadly, even though Maui is surrounded by water, many kids haven’t the means or the mentors to help them make the leap. How cool would it be if we could get a few folks to step forward and take up the challenge?

At this point, I don’t know the details. It’s really just a thought. Hopefully it’s a thought that others might share. I’m wide open to suggestions and comments. These ideas are never ours to keep to ourselves and, while I do have someone in mind that could do this idea justice (and will continue to chide her ever so gently), I’m offering it to anyone interested in taking up the challenge. It’s something that I believe needs to happen and, to me, it doesn’t matter who does it.

Following is the song behind the name: (Yeah, I’m one of those cornballs who listened to a lot of John Denver as a kid).

“I Want To Live” by John Denver

There are children raised in sorrow on a scorched and barren plain,
there are children raised beneath a golden sun.
There are children of the water, children of the sand,
and they cry out through the universe, their voices raised as one:
I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live.

Have you gazed out on the ocean, seen the breaching of a whale?
Have you watched the dolphins frolic in the foam?
Have you heard the song the humpback hears five hundred miles away?
Telling tales of ancient history of passages and home?
I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live.

For the worker and the warrior, the lover and the liar, for the native and the wanderer in kind.
For the maker and the user, and the mother and her son.
I am looking for my family and all of you are mine.

We are standing all together, face to face and arm in arm.
We are standing on the threshold of a dream.
No more hunger, no more killing, no more wasting life away.
It is simply an idea and I know its time has come.
I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
I want to share what I can give, I want to be,

I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live.

Call For Submissions! Windsurfers, Kite-surfers, Sailors, Surfers, Stand-Up Paddlers, Kayakers, Canoers, Bodyboarders, Fishermen, etc., etc., etc.

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“Go ahead and write about it, I dare you.”

Hey Guys and Gals! Bust out the pen and laptop and give us your best Hemingway!

We’re looking for great maritime writing. Anything to do with the ocean experience. Windsurfing, Kite-surfing, Sailing, Surfing, Stand-Up Paddling, Kayaking, Canoeing, Bodyboarding, Fishing, etc., etc., etc. for the printed version of MauiSalt, due out in December.

Please email them to Lord.Greystoke77@gmail.com