Muscle Memory and Wind from the South....

Lake Michigan changes every day.....her movement and her colors. Usually our Wisconsin weather moves from west to east and our Port Washington shoreline is pretty quiet. But we have a small beach just across the park from us....one that we walk past with Fenway many times each week. If the wind shifts and comes at us from the south or southeast we get wonderful surf crashing onto our small sand/stone beach. It sounds just like being at an ocean beach.

And every time I hear it I can feel it in my muscles. I can feel our two years spent living aboard Connemara.....feel the movement of the water against the hull when we sailed her. Feel the movement as we rocked to sleep in the cradle of our v-berth in a peaceful anchorage.

Small muscle adjustments....I can feel them whenever I hear the sounds of surf. How lucky we were to have had such an adventure. And how I miss it still....sixteen years later, those muscle memories are at work today.