Email This Page to a FriendPreview: The Influence of the Outward Bound School
March 25, 2012
I didn’t grow up boating. We lived about 90 minutes inland in North Carolina, and my folks were landlubbers from West Virginia coal mining country. Legendarily, my father’s years in the navy had been spent holding his personal five-gallon bucket while listening to Morse code. We weren’t a summer camp kind of family, and I think I remember only one neighborhood family with a small runabout We did spend a lot of vacation time on the Outer Banks, camping and surf-fishing, so I guess I know where the love of the sea came from, but I have absolutely no idea where my boat interests come from. Until I was sixteen, the vast majority of my boating had been in a 14’ aluminum jonboat, fishing farm ponds. That summer, though, I found validation for my subconscious life.