Hi All,
In every journey you reach a point when its easier to contiune to the end than return to the start. We’re nearing that point in this journey and the more time i spend at the oars the more i reflect on my reasons for taking on this adventure.

I have just come off my midnight shift and the scene I have left outside is truely awsome. (these moments where promised by my friend Joshand I’m experiencing one of those moments that eludes everyone who spends 100% of their time on terra firma). The seas are all but flat with next to no wind, we rise and fall on a 1 meter swell. The sky is cloudless and the full moon has jsut risen on the eastern horizon. It cats its eternal raze towards us. Polaris is shining bright to our starboard and the mighty Orion is high. The countless stars and galaxies of the milky way is directly overhead.
This scene got me thinking about the reasons for taking on this challenge. For leaving behine the safety of land, of shelter of family. Its a question i get asked alot and in the street or in the bar the usual glib response is one like”because its there”, or “its a good time of year for me” but the true reasons are a little more complex than that.

The reason I’m out on the ocean right now is down to a deep rooted and almost always sub conscious quest for adventure. I believe this quest has been nurtured by a life time of associations.
Over the past few days i have been thinking alot about folks who have, through no fault of their own, eddied out and left the party too soon. Simple scenes remind me of great people who i have had the fortune to spend time with. When i look at the crashing waves and white horses of the big seas around me, i see the blond haired Bob Smith as we effortlessly kayak down the Upper Setti in Nepal, the dolphins which circled the boat and jumped the waves 10 days ago remind me of Pete McNeil, gracefully windsurfing in the Largs channel, (as we did so often after work), in the rising and setting sun i see the red hair of my uncle Diesel Dave Coles canoeing the best rivers in British Columbia. In acrobatic storm petrals I see Alec Jack in yet another BB gymnastic display and the high white cirus clouds sweeping across the blue sky I see Alan Bunyan and his faultless skiing technique as he descends Mt. Blanc for his 40th. And at the same time, all around me from the endless number of stars in the huge sky to the microscopic bio luminescent in the ocean i feel and see mum, encouraging, motivating, egging me on towards my goal. What ever that maybe.
In all the people i know who participate in adventure sports, i know of no one who has a death wish. Conversely all bar none have a wish for life. To experience a heightened feeling of being alive by stretching the comfort zone just that little bit has a powerful draw. The reasons i’m doing what i’m doing is just that. I like the vividness of being.
Calum