Not back, just north.
On a cold, frosty morning, I (James) hauled the anchor with my new gloves – yay! – and, just like that, we were underway.
I (Dena), at the helm, grabbed the camera because it was a strange and gorgeous morning. Full moon to one side, sunrise on the other. The pic above is just before. This is just after, by James.
It was such a beautiful morning. Broke, unemployed, and completely motivated, we headed north up the ICW.
Wrightsville Beach has some attractions – 4G, a tourist season about to begin – okay, so it only really attracts us for the internet access.
Oh – and a beach!
Anyway, we’re anchored again (not back, just again) on the Banks Channel, with a municipal dinghy dock right next to us, a job opp upon the turning of the earth, and good hardware and grocery stores nearby.
We’re here. We’re home. We’re together. We’re happy.
The end. No. The beginning. Again.