I woke in the night, envisioning every step of my adventure and couldn't wait for morning to come and I laughed at myself that I had that feeling. That never happens in my life, I'm always wishing for things to slow down.
Brian was back in Ontario and I was heading to the cabin I was going to Ship Island all alone ... starting the boat, driving the boat, docking the boat… ALL on my very own. It was a tiny bit intimidating, and also exciting for this farm girl who is not a Boat Driver. Actually, I think that is fairly telling - that I would even say 'Boat Driver'.
|Ugly or not, Lauren ... I LOVES me nans!|
|Getting closer ... getting closer! Slowly but surely, I'm getting closer!|
|Standing on Ship Island ... our house is just tucked in that little jut-out.|
|First arrival at Ship Island ... a full-enough load for my tiny-wee people-laugh-at-it-out-there motor.|
|I can find a clothesline everywhere I go.|
|Lots to learn about being a Sea Captain.|
|Going down was always better for Brian - his hands were free.|
I dragged over two rocking chairs, two lawn chairs, a little table, sheets, blankets, dishes, pictures and paint. And candles. Lots of candles. And every trip up that hill, I was so grateful that the couch and bed and heavy, heavy stove was already up there. Bless the Grimes Family. And bless Brian - he was a pack mule too.
|On the way home.|
You know, that's the nice thing about having a ripe imagination and needing very little to entertain and amuse me… I can make the smallest, most insignificant thing into a full blown adventure.