All Things Must Pass

George Harrison, in his profound songwriting, captured a universal truth with the lyrics: "All things must pass, None of life's strings can last. So, I must be on my way, And face another day." These words resonate deeply, especially considering the events of the time since my last update.

In this period of change and reflection, we experienced a tearful loss – our beloved friend and companion, Radar. His absence aboard Istaboa has left an irreplaceable void. Each day brings memories of him, a constant reminder of the joy and love he brought into our lives. The journey without him is a testament to the fleeting, yet impactful nature of life's moments, as echoed in Harrison's timeless lyrics.

The COVID pandemic brought an unexpected closure to the business I founded in 1994. However, there's a silver lining: all of our long-term employees found success elsewhere. Some have even improved their careers, while others have happily retired. Still, I'll miss the friendship of those who were instrumental to the success of Taycom. We fought the good fight; it wasn't competition that took us out, but something out of our hands: a global pandemic.

 

On a brighter note, against all odds and to the bewilderment of many, the small marina wifi venture, onSpot wifi, is thriving

 

 

 

and... 

And so, we handed over stewardship of Istaboa to her new owners. It was an awfully painful day, but it was time. There were many reasons and justifications for the sale, but time has a way of changing everything — we are not yachtistas.  

 

Still, our many memories are vivid and will be cherished.

Istaboa is now "Realm". She's living on the Chesapeake Bay, hopefully being taken care of and loved as much as she was during our time with her.

 

As George wrote all those years ago... We must be on our way and face another day. 

Adios, Istaboa - you served us well for 16 years - safely carrying us for more that 30,000 miles - we were so lucky to have had you in our life.

 

However, we're not ones to sit on our hands and reminisce. 

This is our new mode of travel. We've not given our little motorhome a name, and probably won't, but we're looking forward to seeing and experiencing many of the places one can't get to in a boat. This life is somewhat different, but essentially the same. We're finding RVers are very approachable folks, friendly, and seem happy to help when help is needed. 

Today, we're in Hot Springs, Arkansas —tomorrow we're heading west to wherever and hoping our new ride will scratch our travel itch.

 

I started this blog in 2007 - What a wonderful trip it's been 

 

 

Cheers,

Bob and Mel (and Muddy)