Is it fall?
It’s getting colder, but we are also moving north. One day, it was hot enough to voluntarily jump in to cool down. Then a low-pressure system rolled through and seemed to sweep summer away with it. I’m in boots and foulies every day now. We made clam chowder. In the morning, I can see my breath, fortifying my need to stay under the covers for another 10 minutes.
With the changing of the season comes a shift in our journey too. We are leaving the relative comforts of inside waters and are heading offshore. The timing is harmonious; if we stay the course much longer, we may find ourselves in Bella Bella for the winter. And while I’m sure that would be lovely, it’s time for this chica to chase the sun. And so, after 3 weeks pointed north, today we begin shedding degrees of latitude. Slowly, of course.
