That was most excellent.
4 days on @ Tangalooma on Moreton Island with the Bobette & SWMBO.
Google Map. Click satellite & check out the wrecks to the north. I love that shit.
Instead of a fortieth birthday party a good mate rented 2 kickarse holiday houses on the hill behind the resort.
For the Oztraya Day long weekend we had 11 in residence. BBQs on the deck. Lots of laughs & beers. We have done similar several times so we do it pretty well.
Very very nice.
To today's business.
As part of our contribution to the gig, as something different for a family holiday, as a bit of a pressie for Comrade birthday boy and just because it was an option we hired a 6m alloy plate boat and steamed over & back instead of taking the barge / ferry options. We went fishing 'n skitubing 'n snorkeling on the wrecks. Double plus good.
I hired the boat, I hold the licence, I was "the man."
Today I'm talking about responsibility.
Pretty much every second day I go to work, I launch a boat and steam off to do my thing. I can't say that I don't think about it - of course I do. I'd be dead by now if I didn't think. I don't however, stress & strain about it. I'm in a boat I know & am comfortable with it's capacity & limitations. More importantly there is another bloke beside me who, at my office, without exception have at least 20 times the boat experience I have so I can defer to / learn from them.
On the holiday I was the holder of knowledge in all things nautical.
I was the one who would make the call, resolve the problem, hold the responsibility.
To add to this I had the 2 most important people in my life on board.
Man did I feel that. It weighed on me like something really really weighty.
I couldn't get to sleep second guessing how / were I'd anchored, would EPIRB/ Flares / radio / fishing gear be stolen off it, would the whole fucking boat be stolen, would it be OK on the trip home - round and fucking round my head. Up 3 or 4 times a night checking it was still there. My old Hilux turned out to tow it OK, but it was another stressor. *
Nothing went wrong.
The trip home was a bit lumpy with 18+/- knots of SouEaster, pushing up about half a meter of chop, across a 3/4 meter of Northerly swell. And one morning the anchor dragged a bit. Other than that it was all good. We are all home in one piece with happy memories.
Have you experienced this? When the buck stops with you, does it weigh like a yolk on your shoulders?
Comrade Moko posted the other day about a friend lost to Motor Vehicle Incident. Why do I not feel the same level of burden when driving with the fambly?
* Havoc I owe you & your caravan towing ilk something of an apology.
The old girl (hilux, not SWMBO) towed the boat up & down the Bruce Highway and maxed out @ 90 KPH. (110 zone) I thought of you & all the grey shuffling undead caravan towers I've cursed in my day. I mentally apologised to you, but not to the rest of them bastards.