Word of the Navigator

My lovely wife and I headed down the Florida coast to the Punta Gorda region today. It was raining too hard for sailing, so we decided to visit an old buddy of mine.

Over years I've learned to listen to my wife's hunches and suggestions. Today she suggested we take a break and grab a coffee. So I pull off the highway and find a coffee shop. About a half hour later, we head back out on the road.

Apparently, we'd just missed being in the middle of a highway accident. There were a couple tow trucks pulling cars out of a ditch, and a truck pulling a big home made utility trailer had jackknifed on the bridge. High winds on a slick bridge seemed to be primary cause. Even though I'm a husband, I've learned to listen to my wife. Her hunches can be spooky.

She's come a long way as a navigator. When we first met, she was so consistently wrong about direction that is was like a reverse super power. Now I trust her more than the GPS. She's come a long way. My wife's pretty good with a road map. She can even fold the darn things. Now she's added chart reading to her skill set. On the water, I've discovered her long distance vision is better than mine. That gives her an edge. She'll spot something in the distance and often I'll need the binoculars to find what she's pointing at -and my eyes are still pretty good. Hers are just better at those distances.

One of the cool things about being in a long term relationship is seeing the significant other develop and grow over the years.

-Sixbears