Wind Warnings

It is quiet except for the waves crashing outside on the beach.

Our tent elequoently flattened in the face of the wind, gusting at 45 mph. A tree branch fell onto the neighboring camp hosts 5th wheel. A preacher and his wife, they tried to think of a way to keep our tent from walking off, but in the end it was time to pack her up.

Carlton made a bed in the van, and the rest of our stuff is in a laundry room of the campground. This is great. We had too much stuff anyway. I can fit all my belongings into my Osprey pack now.

I laughed and took photos as we packed our belongings out of the collapsed tent. Square one, peg 2, we will now attempt to live in something that is not a tent.

“Crowing Love” the book was edited today for print. I could not be more excited to lovingly bring this project to another avenue of creativity, something tangible to share with all of you.

Thank you for being a part of this story.

 

 

 

 

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