Sure, it’s a nice town, but it became fabulous when my wife arrived on Friday afternoon. Her flight through Philadelphia canceled; the resulting connection grounded her in Dallas. That she came trundling out the gate of Stanfield International at roughly the right time proved a stroke of luck; that she pushed before her two large bags of spares for Moli and a bubble-wrapped Monitor frame was nothing short of miraculous.
The previous day, I moved Mo to a private mooring kindly offered by Ben Garvey of Purcell’s Cove.
All that trouble to get here, all that trouble to connect with a husband unseen since last October, and still, she let our first day together be a run to Costco for provisions. “The course of true love never did run so smooth.”
With that work done, we retired to the coast for a hike and into town for dinner.
Jo departed for home today, and I spent the afternoon loading provisions onto Mo.
This article was syndicated from The Figure 8 Voyage