34. One Last Jump, and we Hunker Down

My first morning at Atlantic Yacht Basin started with a chorus of noisy-ass Canada Chickens. I think they were trying to honk a Metallica song, but the only part they got right was the volume. It was perfectly reasonable for them to be making a ruckus, it being late in the morning, and high time […]

33. Coinjock to Cheesecake, VA

After an enjoyable three days at Coinjock, my feet started getting itchy. A quick WebMD search told me it was likely wanderlust, and not athlete’s foot. All I had to do to make it right was go for a boat ride. No creams needed. I’d been expecting to return to work soon, and had planned […]

29. Cruising Into the Apocalypse

The next morning, I felt like I’d had Domino’s and a terrible night’s sleep the night before. This is because I had. My mattress and I haven’t been getting along well lately, and replacing it is becoming a higher priority with every sore, creaky, early morning. While coffee soaked into my joints to loosened them […]