Originally posted by Faceplant8:

I have a love/hate relationship with the tension that I feel when I realize how far away from safety I'm getting, wondering if I'll ever find my way back. Then a storm or fog hit and the love part starts to fade. :-)

It is very satisfying when I think all hope is lost and I see one of my shacks on the shore, especially when I remember it and remember how to get home from there.

I'm starting to get the point maybe now I should employ my nomad skills and load the boat with all I need, some food preserves and just head out and hope one day I'll find my way back