September 20, 2024
Arctic terns, Hopewell Rocks, Bay of Fundy, New Brunswick, August 2024. This summer, Pete (my husband), Katie (the dog), and I, your memoirist, reached our watery destination the usual way – in our family car — instead of aboard Irish Hurricane.
There’s little comparison. Five days by car from Georgia versus months on a coastwise cruise. Landscape versus seascape. Cost effective versus, well, not. A similar end result. The tide, the horizon, a sea-carved geography. The dog uncooped from her backseat sling instead of the bridge. Lots more time to write.
I failed to blog real-time about our Irish Hurricane adventures from March 2019 to the present. Still, stories are best told after a long, slow simmer. It’s hard to find meaning in the moment. Plus, time is finite, Irish Hurricane lacks space, an office, a desktop. A steady internet.
This site is a work in progress as I make my way through WordPress for Dummies. Fingers crossed I’ll make sense of our travels by blogging in the rear view mirror, before IH finds her new owners in the coming months – or, maybe, we change our minds again and head north in 2025 — destination: the Canadian Maritimes.