Early summer 1985... Standing on the pier... Norfolk, VA... 2 less than two weeks after reporting aboard the USS FLYING FISH SSN-673... Waiting to get underway for a Med Run... Dress Whites... Singing this...
31 years later... 2016... Late summer... Simon, in his dress whites and I... The Last of the Moheathens... Weeks away from the next leg of our adventure...
Details of which are changing rapidly... Like the river we are camped on...
Our life now... RVing... Like a Med Run or a West Pac... There's the adventure of getting there and the adventure of being there...
Getting there... By submarine or RV is cramped... Sometimes smelly... Everything better be stowed for sea before getting underway... And goddamn it... I'm still hot racking with a smelly dog...
Being there... Everyplace is different... As different as a Med Run and a West Pac...
As different as a 23 yr old on West Pac and a 29 year old on a Med Run... As different as a dark, crowded, smoke filled, noisy bar, full of drunk sailors and country music and a 60 yr old alone in a quiet campsite, beside a campfire, only the dog near by...
Surrounded by the sounds of the forest and stars so close they can touched... Far better than the sounds of a casino and flashing neon lights...
Any way... This song has been echoing in my head all day... #imsoexcited #coulditbeanomen
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