I just had a piece of the best pecan pie I have ever eaten.
I’m in Savannah, Georgia, but the pie comes from South Carolina.
So, after our retreat from the ocean, we realized that we would have to come up the Inter Coastal Waterway (ICW). We made an ambitious plan to travel 100 miles per day, from sunrise to two hours after sunset, for three days.
The plan worked perfectly, sort of. It wasn’t till the second day, that I realized we were still going to be 150 miles short of our goal to Charleston, SC, where I was scheduled to take a class starting at 8 a.m. this past Monday morning. I had simply written the wrong mile marker down.
Well, we made the best of with situation. Found a nice marina just south of Savannah, GA, rented a car, and I’m in that car 2 hours in the morning and two hours in the evening each day.
And every day, as I drive back and forth 4+ hours each day, I reflect on the fact that, while this may seem to be an inconvenience, at least in the end, we ended up making some good decisions and the drive is my penance for having too tight a time table.
The class I am taking is to get my Captain’s License. It will end next Wednesday, and then I take two tests on Thursday. Then, I’ll return the rental car; come back to Dauntless and get underway probably next Friday or Saturday at the latest. I still have 700 miles to go and now I’m alone.
So if anyone wants a little adventure, drop me a line or call. I’ll be leaving Savannah on May 2nd or 3rd.