We’ve been in Delaware since we skedaddled out of Okemos. We just beat an ice storm, and the weather there doesn’t seemed to have gotten any better. Had we waited a few hours we would have been there another week.
Our life here has centered around trying to bring a trailer back from the dead. OK, maybe near dead. There’s dead, and there’s sort of dead. This was sort of dead. At least there weren’t any animals living it in when we came. Not that they couldn’t come in through the now repaired hole in the floor.
Making the place livable has become something of an all-consuming mission. It’s seen a couple decades of neglect and abuse. There was a distinct air of depression when we showed up. Despite being an inanimate object, I think the trailer itself was depressed. It didn’t have a whole lot to be happy about. So, we’ve been plugging away, at tasks both big and little. Each task we complete the trailer seems to say. “thank you.” I’m not much into the spirit thing but you really get the feeling the place is happier. By the time I leave for the Appalachian Trail there will still be some rough spots, but the place will be livable enough for company.
We’ve had some play time too. It would be just wrong to be near the ocean and not walk the beach a few times. We’ve gotten to gloat about the weather back in Michigan, did some birding and I got to do a little photography. Very little, but I can’t complain. Molly and Mitchell visited for a couple days, and we did an overnight run p to Lynn’s in Pennsylvania. So, it hasn’t been all work.
Thousands of snow geese on the beach at Cape Henlopen.
Sanderling chowing down on the beach.
Sanderling with an attitude.
Henlopen sunset in color.
Henlopen sunset in monochrome.
The gang at Crooked Hammock brewery. Our new favorite hangout.
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 