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Quite a few people on this site, myself among them, spend a good deal of time paddling solo. Some of us paddle alone for weeks at a time, alone in the dark wilds, alone in the wide open, alone in the cold. Some of us--though of course no one on this particular site--go a little loopy. (Chris Bertish has begun his SUP crossing of the Atlantic. He thinks it will take him about four months. Alone. In the ocean. He ain't right.)
I'm preparing to leave for a 20-day solo trip (not even half as long as some of Mr. Gage's solos) and in the pre-discussion phase of this trip--the cocktail party introductions, so to speak--I've found myself in the strange position of defending my decision. Even amongst comrades. Perhaps because I've turned down two fellas who wanted to join the trip, but I suddenly feel like THAT guy, the guy who you'd best leave alone, the guy in the corner with his hat covering his eyes or across the street riding the apex of his house saying giddyup. Of course this may be partly due to the fact that my standard response to the question: "Why do you boat alone?" is typically: "Because I don't like people," but there is another part of me that wants to stand up and say: for my sanity. For the spirit of the older stories. For the chance to finally hear myself think, for god's sake. To stop the madness that becomes social hell. But then I get that look from the woman who manages me and the look says,
"There was an ease of mind that was like being alone in a boat at sea . . . "
which is simply a prologue (Mr. McCrea), to what is possible.
So but yes it's possible I'm off my rocker, and mayhap yours truly ought seriously consider the marbles he once had that lay sun-bleached like bones in the grass. But I know many here paddle off alone and I now find myself wondering why. Why do you paddle alone? And if you don't: why don't you? You have at least a month to respond: take your time.
I'm preparing to leave for a 20-day solo trip (not even half as long as some of Mr. Gage's solos) and in the pre-discussion phase of this trip--the cocktail party introductions, so to speak--I've found myself in the strange position of defending my decision. Even amongst comrades. Perhaps because I've turned down two fellas who wanted to join the trip, but I suddenly feel like THAT guy, the guy who you'd best leave alone, the guy in the corner with his hat covering his eyes or across the street riding the apex of his house saying giddyup. Of course this may be partly due to the fact that my standard response to the question: "Why do you boat alone?" is typically: "Because I don't like people," but there is another part of me that wants to stand up and say: for my sanity. For the spirit of the older stories. For the chance to finally hear myself think, for god's sake. To stop the madness that becomes social hell. But then I get that look from the woman who manages me and the look says,
"There was an ease of mind that was like being alone in a boat at sea . . . "
which is simply a prologue (Mr. McCrea), to what is possible.
So but yes it's possible I'm off my rocker, and mayhap yours truly ought seriously consider the marbles he once had that lay sun-bleached like bones in the grass. But I know many here paddle off alone and I now find myself wondering why. Why do you paddle alone? And if you don't: why don't you? You have at least a month to respond: take your time.