The Catalyst (Maine Coast Sailing)

What would you feel if I were to tell you that for the next 22 days you would be on an expedition that demanded you sail, navigate, live, cook, eat, sleep, learn, teach, clean, dip, swim – all the while on a 30-foot open sail boat with 11 other people?  We won’t find ourselves going ashore much, maybe every 3-7 days?  Have I made you feel cooped up and do you think I’m crazy for suggesting such a proposal? Well, take it from me, I am an instructor and the real credit to goes to you, the student for having the temerity to take on this wild challenge and find out how much more there is in you. Are you ready for our Maine Coast Sailing course?

Maine Sailing Trips

Early morning. Sleeping bags on deck.

It’s difficult to describe what happens in 22 days on a Pulling Boat.  Oh sure, it’s easy to go through the flow of the day with you. Each morning, the captain of the day will wake up the crew at sunrise for a dip in the ocean. I hope you remembered to stuff your bathing suit into the foot of your sleeping bag to “dry” it off the night before, otherwise you could be facing a slightly damp and possibly chilled bathing suit for that very refreshing dip! You come to appreciate the beautiful sensation of crawling out of the warm cocoon of your sleeping bag and peeling back just enough of the tarp to feel the morning dew and the brisk salt air. This is my favorite part of the day, simply because you know after your whole crew dips that you are awake, alive, on an incredible adventure I a beautiful place and more simply, this is the part of the day where we get HOT DRINKS!

Atlantic Coast Sailing Trips

Taking the "dip" on a warm day.

I will admit the iconic Maine Coast Sailing course daily dip was not my favorite part of the day when I first trained as an Outward Bound instructor 4 years ago. On this June day in Maine the 3rd day of my first course it was pretty much the nastiest weather to have to dip in, the wind was East by South and blowing 20kts with gusts to 25kts, the wind had shifted unexpectedly in the night we were no longer protected from the shore, so wide open and exposed we were and up the Mill River the wind was blowing the rain and cold 54 degree air on our bare skin, water temperature that morning was 50 degrees.

“How” I thought to myself, “how can I get in this water?” I am not this hard core. The physical challenge to submerge myself in that water was quelled by my mental ability to get through that moment un-nerved. It defined me and expanded my knowledge on how mind over matter is an essential skill to life.  My mind was cleared in the icy waters that morning.  The texture of the water on my skin was closer to the feeling you get when you roll a Slurpee around in your mouth, tiny grains of ice and a cool feeling nearly leading to a brain freeze, you stop the brain freeze by opening your mouth just a bit as if to cool off the ice, funny how that seems to work.  I wanted to stop this feeling from going any deeper than the skin, yet as I continued to slip further into the North Atlantic waters I felt exhilarated so much so that I shot back to the surface like a torpedo back into the safety of the boat. There was something calming that had overcome my mind that morning and it extended to my body’s ability to adapt. A dip is what we call it, conditioning is its outcome.

So now, the hot drinks. Me, I drink copious amounts of coffee.  Most drink hot cocoa and some partake in tea. I have even met a few who opt out of hot drinks all together, although I can’t even imagine that choice. It’s a special moment in the day to have your drink, get warm and shake off the salt water to get the day going. All around on board, there is so much going on as the entire crew is busy and buzzing with NOAA weather, tarp and lines getting stowed, the bilge is being pumped out, and breakfast is being made.  As every day is part of an expedition meaning we move to a new location, our days navigation plan is laid out and the evening anchorage is chosen to reach for.

“It’s not about the destination it’s about the journey.” This is a favorite quote found in the Readings book on every course so these exact words have been read, spoken and remembered by countless Outward Bound students before me.  Every expedition is different because the experience is created by the crew and no group is alike. Like lobster is the catalyst to butter, sailing is the catalyst to the adventure of an Outward Bound course.

Once the sails are set and the anchor is hauled up we fall off, find some breeze and set our course. The most incredible part of life on a Pulling Boat is that she will sail as well as we do, responding to our organized command. The dominant sense from being aboard such an open craft in all conditions is that we are always safe and on the exact type of vessel we need to explore the shallow coves and island anchorages ashore, as thousands have done for decades before us in exactly the same fashion. The privilege of having access to remote and uninhabited islands and areas not many other boats can get into. Everyday someone makes you laugh, something pushes you beyond your expectations and every day you see somewhere breathtakingly beautiful.

It makes daily dips more than worth it. Trust me.

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TO SERVE, TO STRIVE, AND NOT TO YIELD

“Halt!” The sled train came to an abrupt stop. Behind me, through the lodgepole pine forest, I could see men and one woman in digital-print army fatigues fumbling with snowshoes, lashing jackets and large grey packs to cargo sleds, and swigging water out of bottles in red nylon insulators. Third from the front, I looked up at Chris, the pace setter on the fourth day of this Rocky Mountain Outward Bound winter expedition for an Army Special Operations unit.

“Chris,” I said, It’s really going to be a bummer if you stop on this hill.”

“Cisco,” he replied to me, shaking his sweaty face, “I’m all about bummers.” Then he stood tall and perked up to see to the back of the 11-person crew. “Captain!” he shouted. “I don’t mean to intimidate you, Sir, but we got a hell of a climb coming up ahead.”

The Captain adjusted his sled’s hip belt and didn’t look up. “Well, bring it on then. I’m ready. I want this hill.”

“We’re up in thirty!” came the call from the back of the line. The crew passed the message forward and the train chugged on up the packed-snow logging road towards camp.

With four Veteran’s courses under my belt, this was my first experience working with an intact unit. I already admired the military culture’s integrity, camaraderie, and, as they say, ability to “embrace the suck.” This crew, which included pilots and crews that have been at war since 2001 and seen between 14 and 20 tours of combative duty, brought that admiration to a new level. From washing dishes in the dining hall to packing food and gear in the warehouse to digging out tent platforms and snow kitchens in the Colorado backcountry, they worked hard, laughed loud and were not late for anything. Ever.

Veterans Outdoor Programs

Photo Credit: Francisco Tharp

This groups came to Leadville, Colorado looking for some awareness of and experience in a high altitude, mountainous, winter environment, much like the one they see in the mountains of Afghanistan. They also wanted to build some awareness of their team dynamics and leaderships structures which, unlike some military units, tends to blur the line between ranks as situationally appropriate. They also wanted some retreat style time out of their normal routine to spend time with team members who they don’t work with regularly. We spent one day on low ropes initiatives like the Mohawk Walk and Tension Triangle. Then we went ice climbing at Chalk Creek falls, where a 40-foot pour over freezes into an ideal vertical play ground. We explored avalanche rescue and avalanche terrain management and finally headed up into the backcountry for an overnight expedition to experience the winter environment at its fullest and practice with constructing improvised snow shelters.

Support our Veterans

Photo Credit: Francisco Tharp

At the end of the week I had learned as much as this group of unique students. The opportunity to work with our nation’s soldiers has been a highlight of my Outward Bound career, and I am continually inspired by, heartbroken by, and entertained by their stories. Mainly, I’ve learned that OB staff and participants and Military staff share common trials and tribulations: the deep fulfillment of meaningful work, the personal stress of spending long periods of time away from home, friends, and family; the difficulty of sharing what our experiences are like with those who weren’t there; and the unparalleled community that arises amongst people who share intense challenge. It has been my experience that soldiers past and present truly serve, strive, and do not yield.

Of course, before the crew headed home, we held a pin ceremony and handed out

Veterans Courses

Photo Credit: Francisco Tharp

certifications, patches and compass rose stickers. This course was different, though. The students held a “pin ceremony” for us in return. In thanks for our week’s work, the captain of the unit awarded my co-instructor and I coins, which is a military tradition of honor and respect. He also awarded a coin to one of the week’s stand-out participants. In closing, I spoke to the group from my heart. “Thank you,” I said for your service to our country. Outward Bound has a rich history in relationship to with the military, and I am so proud that our organization has maintained it. I think the veteran’s program is OB at its very best. Outward Bound is my way of serving our country and our world. It has truly been an honor to serve you in this capacity.”

In fitting style we held the sentimental experience for a brief moment, and then the silence was broken by a rough joke, raucous laughter and the commotion of the next mission: washing dishes.

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The Call of the Dogyard – Voyageur Outward Bound School Dog Sledding Program

Minnesota Dog sledding

Walker- How can you say no to that face?

You know that moment when you’re packing for a week long trip and you wonder, “which sleeping bag will I need” or “what pack should I bring?” You may consider size, weight, or sentimental attachment. Well, do you ever wonder which 12 dogs to bring? We do. At Outward Bound’s Minnesota dog sledding program, we have 63 options. From fast and light to powerful and burly. And each wants to come.

As you walk into the dogyard, Walker will be the first dog on your right and looks the part of the husky with his gray and white nose, furry ears and gentle bark. Sentimental attachment makes me partial to Walker. He was on my team when I was a student in 2008. A couple of rows back is Eagle. He looks more like he’s going on a fox hunt than about to be cast in the latest Hollywood rendition of Call of the Wild. But bring out the harness and he will practically put it on himself. Each dog is full of their own personality as varied as their appearance.

Dog Mushers Cabin

Musher's Cabin in the dogyard, built by semester students and adorned with signs from past dogs, including the Mawson dogs.

To enter the dogyard is to be among centuries of accumulated Outward Bound and arctic travel wisdom and experience. Copper, Tally, and Jasper have each been part of 1,000 mile expeditions. They know how to be part of a team, work hard, have fun and do it all again tomorrow. Many of the other dogs were born and raised right here at VOBS, Voyageur Outward Bound School. The musher’s cabin in the front of the dog yard is adorned with signs of past dogs. Some are notable for the kangaroo in the corner of the sign. In 1993 all dogs were removed from the Antarctic and many of the huskies from the Australian Mawson station were brought here, to our dogyard.

Dog Mushing Courses

Ready to go!

Twice a day all of the dog poop has to be scooped, all of the dogs fed kibble and given “soup”, which is really just a fancy word for water. Tonight I was assigned to dog chores. There are only 13 dogs in the yard. The rest are out on trail, doing what they love. After feeding, it’s always hard for me to walk away but as I left the yard, 13 dogs faced the full moon and a howl of gratitude arose into the North Woods night. The call of the wild indeed.

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