It is decided that my new favorite author is Farley Mowat. After having read and reread the expressions that Coelho inspires me with, I have found an author with a different sort of inspiration. I can’t say that Mowat’s adventures inspire me because of his flawless skills or his admirable courage and he certainly doesn’t compare to Coelho’s ability to weave myth with truth. No, instead, Mowat is the only author that has produced bellowing laughter from the depths of my stomach even when others are trying to sleep. I just can’t help it.
I began reading Farley Mowat’s The Boat who Wouldn’t Float just a few days ago and I’m already looking forward to reading more of his books. The Boat Who Wouldn’t Float is the true misadventures of Mowat and his friends aboard Happy Adventure as they sail the waters that I’m now bound for. Mowat’s journey reminds me of the first expedition I sailed with my father.
Dad and I boarded Applerush our Ranger 23 when I was just 15 and headed out onto Lake Michigan. Turning her bow toward the Manitou islands, we began to experience mishap after mishap. So frequent were the debacles that our slogan became “one fiasco after another,” which we would say in unison multiple times each day, cued only by a knowing glance into each other’s eyes. Most of the details of that journey I can’t recall, although buried in a cardboard box in the basement of my parent’s house is an A+ English paper titled; Run to the Manitous: Adventures on the High Seas, which I’m sure would tell the story best.
What is remarkable about Farley Mowat’s story is that despite being repeatedly faced with wild and sometimes dangerous misfortunes, he continues to go to sea. He even repeatedly ventures out into the fog without a properly working compass. Call it bravery, or call it…, but whatever you call it, you will always call it funny! I’ve taken such a liking to Mowat’s misadventures that I decided to call my own misadventures “Mowat Moments.”