The Big Voyage is yet to come; in the meantime, here’s the story of reviving both a nearly 40–year–old classic boat and a dream.
My story and tips may help you begin your voyage . . .
I will remember what I was. I am sick of rope and chain.
I will remember my old strength and all my forest affairs.
I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugar-cane;
I will go out to my own kind, and the wood–folk in their lairs.
I will go out until the day, until the morning break,
Out to the wind’s untainted kiss, the water’s clean caress:
I will forget my ankle–ring, and snap my picket–stake.
I will revisit my lost loves, and playmates masterless!