We’re at “Velcro Beach” (a.k.a Vero Beach, so nicknamed by cruisers because it’s so hospitable, people tend to stick around for longer than they’d planned) for Thanksgiving. There’s a cruisers’ potluck dinner; we’re bringing West Indies style pumpkin soup. I’m thankful for the incredible life I’m living, thankful for: blue skies/sunshine/fair currents/wind in our sails/arcing dolphins swimming alongside us/pelicans divebombing the water for fish/good nautical charts/cortisone ointment for bug bites/waving at other boaters as we pass/Spanish moss hanging from tree branches/cormorants sitting on daymarks, drying their wings in the sun (sorry, but it looks to me for all the world like they’re airing their armpits; always makes me smile)/my Tilley hat and polarized sunglasses/no longer starting my weekdays saying goodbye to Dan and getting in the car to drive to work on the Beltway/good friends willing to share their expertise/a reliable anchor/the absolutely amazing group of people who are our friends and family/solar panels/wavelets rocking us to sleep/waiting patiently for the end of our journey, a familiar dock in Annapolis to tie up to and call home.
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