My inner adventure clock had been pounding loudly and I could barely wait for our tiny little overnight to Stuart Island this weekend. On one hand it is a pathetic facsimile of the sorts of adventure I truly crave and once enjoyed, and on the other hand it is a perfectly acceptable bit of happiness within the self-imposed boundaries of my current life. It turns out my clock was pretty reasonable because upon a check of our boat journal it had been since my return from Comox, BC that I had been out overnight on Aeolus. We have had quite a few wonderful day sails since then, but nothing overnight. It was high time.
