What started this whole adventure rapidly tumbling into motion was the idea of a sailing trip. A week in the Whitsunday Islands. It was on our bucket list to charter a sailboat bare-back, but we didn’t see it happening any time soon. Neither of us really knew how to sail. When two of our best buds, Boulton and Carmeny, proposed the idea to us nearly 6 months prior we immediately said yes. Boulton had experience sailing and the Whitsundays was the best place for it. It was so far in the future at this point that I’m not sure they actually believed we would join them (or did we). A couple months later we applied for our Australian visas to make sure there was no backing out. It was now official. We were going sailing in one of the most beautiful places in the world and we were moving to Australia… Ahh!! Is this real life?
In the meantime Carmeny was able to entice one of her New Zealand mates to join us, who instantly became a new best friend, and it was the perfect number – five. It was going to be a trip of a lifetime. And it was. Our daily agenda at sea included sailing (naturally), preparing meals, eating meals, and lots of shenanigans :). We rose by sunrise and slept shortly after sunset. Island hopping included some of the best snorkeling I’ve seen, paddle boarding to uninhabited beaches, fishing relentlessly, and a few hikes to amazing outlooks. It was paradise. Nothing to do but kick back and relax.
I can say with absolute certainty that we could not have picked a better crew to sail with. It’s amazing how quickly days fly by when you’re in great company. Boulton was captain and the rest of us would take turns following his orders to move sails and drop anchor. I am fairly certain I was the least helpful on the boat, but they somehow managed to let me stay. I was good at doing dishes! In retrospect, I believe the only regret was not bringing more chocolate. Everything else was perfect.