The TV series, 1959-62. Gardner McKay sailed his schooner from adventure to adventure in the south Pacific. The image of sun-drench, palm-fringed beaches cooled by gentle ocean breezes took root in my fertile young mind. Someday, that would be me.
I did learn to sail and applied that in the Caribbean. Every year, I’d take about a half dozen buddies island hopping on a rented boat. Lots of rum, snorkeling and fun. It wasn’t the Pacific, but the clear, aqua waters and white sand did just fine, thank you.
But then, kids came along and our annual trip petered out. I didn’t miss it right away, but the yearning to scrunch my toes into hot sand and live the life of a beach bum returned.
It would happen again, although not under canvas. This time, it would be sea kayaking and camping on remote beaches. You wake up, look outside your tent and see dolphins playing in the surf under a rising sun. I can’t get enough of it but will get my fix, soon.
That’s paradise.
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