Ever notice how, as a departure time nears, the tasks escalate? We had moved things from the boat to the truck and vice versa over the past couple days. But once the boat came out of the water, the number of things to find a place for expanded. And laundry needed to get done. Even though the boat bottom was clean, there was still salt spray on... well, on almost everything.
As we checked off the projects, I heard my stomach complain about feeling empty. Not a great time to stop... but, my Honey whipped up a meatball sandwich to hold me for a while.
While she was in the laundromat, Herb, Wilma, and Jake showed up... and brought hors devours! "We knew you'd be tired and hungry." Thoughtful. We sat at the picnic table and enjoyed the conversation and chow. And formulated a very loose plan for "warmer waters." We'll be on the road at different times, but plan to wind up in the same place... maybe even at the same time. ;-)
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