five months of patiently waiting, face time chats, i miss yous and i love your from afar led Bryan and I to this month long awaited october grande escape.
I landed in Outer Banks, North Carolina by way of historical old town Savannah Georgia. Cobblestoned roads and a musky underbelly of heavy brick buildings with ivy and emerald flora creeping down shaded facades of buildings. Like oaks are abundant and so are their drooping moss. Fall is certainly in the air . Dewy mornings next to the Savannah River, and the coffee never seems to be dark enough. Ancient cemeteries in the middle of town with rusted cracks in the headstones, and a silence that is deafening. I walk the town of Savannah solo and anticipate my month long voyage with Bryan that is about to ensue.
I reach the Outerbanks a day later, a weary and watered traveler... only to be welcomed by the bands of Hurricane Joquin sitting off the coast of the Carolinas and its rude behaviors. Mind you, Bryan lives on a sailboat, and it was certainly not a smooth sail. I embrace the rocking, rather than fight it and hold my breath and push the nausea aside, and tell myself it's all a part of the "experiment." Im up for anything, and I hold no expectations. A few good days of rocking, leave me with a hardened stomach, and a heightened appreciation for solid ground. Our last day in North Carolina leaves us with sunshine and a beautiful chance to drive the the countryside past Fall pumpkin patches, farm land, and wineries.
Follow along, as we head to Maine next.