Some of our cruising buddies, and most of our land-based friends and relatives, lead structured lives where they have a schedule and a plan. We prefer to go with the flow–letting happenstance dictate our options.
An example of how this is supposed to work occurred this past week. We had stopped in Rockland, Maine so Cory McMahon, who had made the trip North with us, could return home.
After a long shower and lovely bath, the remaining crew of FPB 781 Cochise decided to do a little land exploring. Arrival at Rockland’s capacious dinghy dock brought us into contact with three couples, long term friends all, who were there for the annual Rockland Blues Festival.
Blues, rock and roll, dancing, sin and corruption…now you’re talking our language.
Without a schedule to drive us away we immediately put on our dancing shoes! Rockland was indeed rocking. There was a stage set up in the park adjacent the town landing, and concert goers had a view of the yachts anchored for a backdrop.
Saturday evening and Main Street was closed to vehicular traffic. There were bands on every block.
The beat was sufficiently enticing that your correspondents were moved to shake their tail feathers, much to the amazement of nearby rockers, who had been thinking we just escaped from the old folks’ home….
Little did they know that our motto is ROCK AND ROLL FOREVER.