As usual, our plans have little resemblance to the universe’s plans for us. And again, the universe won.
west-coast
The Voyage (finally!) Begins
Tomorrow afternoon we will water up, fuel up and head to Fairhaven (South Bellingham) to anchor and get a few hours sleep
Time to head South
Fall whispered in last night. After a day of blazing sun in cloudless skies we wake up to overcast. The air has that musty smell of dying leaves. A tendril of wind brings the damp smell of encroaching rain. Yellow leaves swirl in the air at the slightest movement.