We want to share our story of our sisterhood and how blood may not be thicker than water, not salt water anyway
January 2001 (or somewhere close to that)
S/V Wild Swan lands in Coral Bay St John, USVI.
Marjie and I head to shore to take our dog Lily for a long-awaited walk. At this point in time it has been over a year since our departure from the tiny lake town of East Tawas Mi. Time has been well spent sailing from the Midwest the way south to the island of Grenada.
Our eyes had been open to the world since we left our small town, and the next adventure was awaiting just around the corner. Or for us at the end of the dock because there at the end stood a couple girls about our age. We had been stuck on the boat for far too long and the other cruising families we traveled with had mostly boy. We met Chelsea and Chutney right away and that night they invited us over for a sleep over. I remember Chutney’s mom Sandy taking us up a ladder onto their roof that night to watch the stars.
This moment, simple yet profound, shaped the lives we lead and was the begging of our lifelong sisterhood.
Want to hear more about our story? Stay tuned! Our next short story is all about our first surfing experience.
2002 First trip to Costa Rica
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