Every weekday I am in the Present, or perhaps even the edge of the Future. Sitting at my desk wrapped in a peculiar language of
Dim rsresult As ADODB.Recordset
txtServer = dsCred.Tables(0).Rows(0)
My Activity Tracker reminds me that even though I’m accessing the web of the world, I’ve walked less than a hundred steps as I bounce from monitor to keyboard.
But on the weekends I board my boat. To those of you that will be interested, a 31-foot Sea Ray.
I travel back in the Past tens of thousands of years, all the way back to my Neanderthal forbearers. I continue the ancient art of judging the winds, the waves, the tides. I float past the same buoys and landmarks that my lobsterman father-in-law did, and his father, and his father.
The salt in the breeze and its sticky feeling on the skin. Holding on tight as we slam from crest to trough. Setting an anchor in a quiet harbor. Sighting a seal, porpoise, or eagle. The shared laughter and adventure with family and friends. An occasional panic to test experience.
I revel in this Past. The enjoyment of the water that drew the explorers from the shore.
Editor’s note: This story is part of our September 2016 series ‘Hundreds of Words about Location: Where are you, and how does it affect how you see the world?’
Mike Fortier turned developing software from a hobby to a job sixteen years ago, and is working on doing the same thing for boating. Any cruise line with a captain vacancy is welcome to contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.