Woke Up: Portland Went to Sleep: Coon Island
The last words Lynda Davis heard from me as she tossed the bow line on board and watched us pull away from the dock were, “I don’t want to go!”
After all the years and months and weeks and days of counting down to our departure, I feel extremely sad to say good-bye to so many good friends. I feel like my heart is breaking. I wonder if Peter would agree to turn around?
I’d like to say we got off without a hitch when, in fact, the man who was scheduled to pick up the truck on Sunday, didn’t appear. We had to enlist our dear friend, Cynthia, to handle the transaction. Thank you, Cynthia. Once we delivered the truck and the title to her we were off.
We’re both so tired, physically and emotionally, I think we’ll travel a couple of hours today and rest for a month or two.