Southport
Last night we had prepared to depart this morning. When the alarm chimed, it was barely audible over the sound of the rain hitting the cabin roof. We waited an hour in hope of the sky clearing, but it did not. We called off today's travel and moved on to Plan B. I kept busy with various "business" tasks in preparation for our return to home and real life next week. The rain eventually moved out, but high humidity and heavy cloud cover remained. Cabin fever eventually set in and we needed to escape after lunch. We walked to the same park as yesterday. The view was not as good, but it was nice to be outside. A bird belted out a melody from the top of a sun-bleached stump as we strolled. We looked for a hobbit residing in an interesting tree trunk.
There were few new highlights today. The tide was in, preventing a walk on the sand. We did spy several colorful Southern Dewberries (a species of brambles). Only a handful of folks were at the park. Most of them were small children drawn to the massive plastic gym sets. Oh what a difference "several" years make. Where is the fun in easing down gently sloped plastic into a cushion of rubber mulch? Today's youth sure miss the right of passage that was the metal slide -- tall vertical ladder, metal surface heated by the sun to sear your legs, landing in a hole at the base dug out by crash landings ... then rushing around to repeat.
And then there was the merry-go-round where we learned to hang on for dear life lest we be flung across the playground. The good old days. The clouds did finally clear out and I turned a few more pages while on Fiberglass Beach. We enjoyed salads with chicken for dinner, thanks to Barry's trip to the grocery store yesterday. We made a final pass along the docks as the sun began to set behind the clouds.
I watched the final minutes of the day from the flybridge. A young heron proved to be more interesting than the sunset. Shades of yellow and orange did get more intense with dusk. The wind and current both paused and the marina basin was glassy calm. We are again ready to depart and will do so in the morning.




Loved your descriptions of the slides and merry-go-rounds of my youth! They were spot on. I’m really going to miss my nightly bedtime story when your 2025 odyssey ends!
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