Log Book: Dismal Swamp, VA- June 20-22, 2004
Dismal Swamp is a real place and Tobi went through
awfully gloomy few days on this part of the trip. As she shares
with us her daily journals keep in mind that with wonder of Bahamian
islands exploration gone this journey back was for her a bit of
a chore she incautiously agreed to after couple of Coronas on an
empty stomach back in Miami. While never trying to shackle her in
any way I was grateful she sacrificially bit her lip and helped
me to deliver AfterBlue back to Canada even when, on days like these,
I am sure she was ready to fly off to BC. Sunshine was no longer
guaranteed and water was nasty to swim in. With two essential ingredient
of Tobi's happiness gone she experienced some dismal blues and it
was fairly quiet on deck and down below for next couple of days.
Tobi's journal: Sunday June 20th
Will this ever end, I find myself wondering. Have been in the dumps
yesterday and today; it's a lassitude, an unexpected feeling of
uncaring that we go on. I just don't want to BE here, don't want
to do anything, and don't want to participate in LIFE. I was resentful
and sullen at Maciek, answering monosyllabically and though he was
nice and tried to ask what was going on, I didn't want to go through
it all with him. I'm ok now, not happy, but resigned again, but
something in me still strongly wishes I could get off this trip...
We sailed into a head wind before we started motoring, then stopped altogether as it was too rough out in the sound. I think we could have done it but Maciek just doesn't want to go on today. So we rested and read all day, doing nothing, and I am frustrated at the delay. I want to get on with my life, and I don't know if I'll make it back, I'm so impatient. So it is an unsteady balance between the uncaring feeling of "just-make-your-decision-and-keep-me-out-of-it" and the burning impatience of getting home! So I don't feel very thankful today, must work on it.
Tobi's journal: Monday June 21st
Reading "Rich Man Poor Man" by James... It's rather depressing,
not helping my mood any. It's about the rise of capitalism in post-war
50's America. I hate that era for some reason.
Tobi's journal: Tuesday June 22nd
Miserable in this area. Thunderstorms and rain abound. The only
good moment: when I was steering and the rain just poured down,
not a shower, a drenching. Let myself get washed off, rinsed hair
in the fall created by the boom. Went back inside all cozy and warm
and had good God-time, reading Bible and "The Torch and the Sword".
Useful Links: Dismal
Swamp Canal Welcome Center
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