When drains the stores of joy, set out for the steely depths of an alloyed ocean.
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Thursday, July 9, 2015
My Country Tis of Spruce Island
My anticipation of the extended July 4th weekend was so eager, several people corrected me when I sputtered about plans to go kayak camping - on Thanksgiving Day. My mind thought that this holiday I was so thankful for couldn't be named anything else. Thursday night packing became Friday morning packing, but the boat was geared up and paddling north by noon thirty.
Seagulls standing off a rock in Ouzinkie harbor, the dome of the village's Orthodox Church peeking out in the distance. |