We made our way to Atlanta to see Baxter's parents and to pick up our truck. As the hours moved on, we were adjusting to being on land more and more and missing the simplicity of being anchored on an island somewhere. Our diet got worse with fast food for breakfast, lunch and dinner but that's just what you have to do to move forward.
We left Atlanta with a stop in Jackson and then we moved on to Salt Lake City. As we got closer to Utah the forecast indicated a huge winter storm headed that way. We drove to beat the storm and we were happy that as we pulled in, the snow began to fall. It would be a fresh powder day Thursday and we would be ready to ski.
What a difference just a week makes...from being towed on a sailboat in 80 degrees to skiing down a 3,000 foot mountain, complaining about frozen toes. I love our life!
|Can you believe how much stuff we had in cubbies?|
|After all those miles, her bottom paint is still shiny and the best part - no crab pots on the shaft!|
|Canvas and headsail removed. Van ready to be packed.|
|On the road again|
|It's been 6 months since we've seen this sign|
|Back on the lift|