Aucilla Landing – January 29, 2013
Fifteen miles with a light load. Frank on board, of course. Ali too, even though he never talks. You don’t mess with luck, even on a milk run. Easy miles and back to the house because I can’t muster the strength to leave. Just a few hours. Test out the adjusted seat, the new deck bag, how my hand feels.
Fog comes, blocks out the sun, blocks out the water, nothing but my twenty-foot circle and calm. Milk run, I think and peer into white hoping no boats come blasting through the mist.
A dolphin stops by, the water is only four feet deep and he splashes next to me a minute then disappears. I turn up the Aucilla River and watch two gators slip off the bank, the first I’ve seen on this trip. Small. Little babies. Their eyes glide above the surface then slip away. Nothing but a ripple. I decide they don’t count. They only count if they can eat me, I think.
I load the boat on the car at a dock five hours after I started. I drive back to my house. I unload. The air feels heavy. I know a storm is coming. That is my excuse, that is why I came back, but really, I’m a rocket without enough fuel, rising into gravity too strong to escape.