I am not going to turn my blog into a collection of lovely sunsets. But last night I was super-excited and I wanted to take a photo of something to commemorate the occasion. So POP, I grabbed the sky/skyline/water.
My friend J and I are studying to be boat captains, so we can take yachts out into the wilds of the open ocean. Disturbingly, there are two ways you are allowed to drive (drive? steer? comandeer?) a yacht:
1) You become certified through a boating school, including 360 days upon a boat, as well as a few weeks in school learning how to read maps and what all the different symbols mean;
2) You can just buy a boat and hit the water running.
It is outrageously disturbing to know there is no necessary licensing for boating—an infinitely more-dangerous activity than driving a car—yet people can jump in a boat and (a) rip through mangroves, hacking apart manatees all along the way, or (b) bobble along the waves and run into, oh I don't know, other boats and perhaps a human or two.
So J and I are doing the responsible thing, and we're taking lessons. J works for a company that charters day trips on yachts, and she has called in all her favors owed by boat captains, and they let us jump on board to learn how to steer, dock without crashing, etc. Keep in mind these are not ski boats, these are mid-sized yachts. It's much crazier trying to keep them going the right direction in the water.
Last night I went under a BRIDGE and didn't even come close to crashing into the pylons, thankyouverymuch.
Anyway—so that's when I took that photo. Very exciting. Come to Florida, I'll take you on a cruise and you can go snorkeling and stuff.