I like people – I really do. Most people are charming, intelligent and fun to be around.
But there’s a limit. Like now.
We’re anchored out, about 10 miles south of Boston in a little bay outside Cohasset, MA. Yet even here, we can’t escape the noise pollution that is now “normal” for our culture. Passing boats, constant aircraft overhead, the drone of traffic; all that sound is a background to our lives that’s so pervasive and so familiar that we don’t even notice that it’s there.
So I say – but I do. We set the anchor and got the boat tidied up, then I sat in the cockpit and closed my eyes, leaned back and heard… Humans.
Not sea birds, not surf, not the breeze over the water – just people, and all the noise they make.
Even so, it’s far better here than it was last night in Gloucester Harbor. There, we had a mooring within striking distance of the packing plant and the ice factory… Talk about noise.
And before that it was five days in Portsmouth and Kittery, right in the middle of the river next to the Navy Base. From recordings of reveille at 8am to “Taps” at sundown, there is never a moment of silence on the base, and that’s just a background to the rest of the noise of human habitation. After 3 days I was done, but we ended up waiting two more for our weather window to continue south.
And now? I’m looking forward to the day – I hope not too distant, when I can sit with my back to a tree, close my eyes, and hear nothing but silence. Or bird song and wind. Or waves on sand.
Just no digitized trumpet.