Well,
if you know, please call.
My
last post in July detailed our arrival at York River Yacht Haven,
where we intended to spend a week. We still have a slip there.
The
weather in July and August was brutally hot, not any different than
the Gulf Coast. Although I had a great time on our trip to York
River, David didn’t enjoy it much because we didn’t get to sail
as much as we wanted to. That’s pretty normal on a trip along the
inside, but we also had contrary winds, choppy water, and the
irrational idea that it would be cooler in Virginia. I should know
better – I’ve always heard how horridly humid it is in DC in the
summer.
We
enjoyed the area by car, visiting all sorts of historical sites, but
at the end of the day it was hot, humid, crowded, and at the dock.
Neither of us wanted to be on the hook in that hot weather,
especially as the wind died off to nothing. Call us weenies (we
deserve it) but we just couldn’t face it. I couldn’t face one
more day sitting at the dock listening to the A/C blow. We were so
low, we even considered selling Raven (no she’s NOT for
sale).
In
the midst of that funk, we headed back to Tennessee and found
unbelievably cool weather – we were wearing jeans! In August!
Outside! - dry mountain air, and a beautiful landscape.
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| Rivers all over the place! |
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| Park near our apartment. It's been very dry in Tennessee this summer - looks a lot like Texas! |
To
make a very long story very short and less tedious, we decided to
rent an apartment there for a year, have a cozy nest to go to when
the weather is either nasty hot or nasty cold, and see if we can live
on land again. So far – the jury’s out. We got our things out of
storage in Texas and moved them to Tennessee.
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| That was a fun week. Ha. |
Then
we did have fun at the resale and used shops furnishing our little
corner of the world, luxuriated in a private bath and private washer
and dryer (I am SO tired of other people’s hair in the shower stall
and in my laundry) and then looked around and said, “Now what?”
So...we
are back on the boat! Raven is much lighter, as all our excess
baggage (stuff you have, need at various seasons or for “office
work”) has gone to the apartment.
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| The view on the way to the boat, Virginia. |
Our
first cruise is just around the corner (a day’s water journey) from
the marina. We are on the Severn River, off Mobjack Bay. We had all
these plans to sail, explore, etc., but we have just sat here on the
hook, exclaiming over the water, the light on the water, the
intoxicating fall breezes, the stars at night, the birds, the
(mostly) lack of noise, and the calm. After four days, most of my
anxiety and tension are gone. David is relaxed and smiling. It is
good.
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| Afternoon light, Severn River shore |
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| Knitting...breathing...laughing at myself... |
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| Still the best view I know. |
I
realized we have been on the go, non-stop, for about three years.
Well, for the moment, I’m stopped. And I have no idea what
we are doing.
Meh.
