Scott was one of our first friends here, but he's gone now. No... he didn't die. He left sailing on the trip of a lifetime!
He won me over early on, but it took him a bit longer to earn Kyle's confidence. At first, he seemed kind of crazy, but at the same time, if you really listened, he was all there.
He was Jesus-like in both his appearance and heart, as he was incredibly kind, generous and humble. He did say he and God had a talk one time, and that he told God he didn't want to go to heaven, so they had come to an understanding. I never figured that one out.
He came to our rescue when we got stuck in the mud.
He taught us about boats and fishing and a bunch of randomness, but most importantly about how to live aboard a tiny boat.
Every day by way of his standup paddle board dinghy he would diligently go to his boat, Irish Sunshine, which was anchored just off the end of our pier.
As he walked by our boat, he would bring bits of wisdom and sometimes some useful tools or practical goodies for the kids. Zion's favorite was a small red fishing net.
He and his family had lived aboard in the past so they knew what it was like. They invited us over to their house to do laundry, shower and eat dinner.
Then we found out he was leaving. All his hard work would pay off on our watch. He sailed away on an 80's model 16ft fiberglass sailboat. I do repeat, a mere, sixteen feet long. No motor. He mentioned many destinations (Cali, Panama, etc.) although we never knew of his exact plan. But, we should not have been surprised as we are living proof that plans are malleable anyway. And now we get it--although he never verbalized it: It's about the adventure. Being free. Seeing where the wind takes you.
And now he's out there somewhere (without his wallet, phone, and other personal effects which he left laying next to our boat and we returned to his wife).
One day we hope to see him and Irish Sunshine again on our journey.