I didn’t have any plans. I didn’t have any invitations to anything. Many friends seem to be online less and less these days, so I didn’t see a lot of peeps I normally see. There were all the usual things to do, but the problem with that is… duh, they are all the usual things.
I had this need, something that I can’t explain (no, dudes, not that need, something else). I played around with my look a lot, posed for some photos which I posted. But wanderlust is a powerful thing. Not everyone feels wanderlust, but I have had it my entire life. I needed to see new things.
The Blake Sea seemed to be calling me, but after a few times at being tossed out of my boat, I was feeling a little apprehensive about getting out on those tricky waters. Ntl, I couldn’t resist and on Saturday, Leanna and I decided to do some exploring together.
Leanna joined me at my usual launch site, then we motored due west through the Bingo Straight. We were having some good times, so I hit the turbos on those big engines and gave LeLe a taste of Seabiscuit’s power. It was bitchin! After the thrill ride we were getting into the vicinity of a little island I’d seen on an early expedition.
This was the start of my weekend on The Blake Sea. It seemed that no matter what my intentions were, I kept coming back to this vast region. There is just so much to see her.