Paybacks ARE hell. Bev and Jim lived in my second story while Jim refurbished the houseboat, so I took over the bunk (and blocked storage) on Stealaway for passage from DC to Baltimore. While I never provided board (I don’t cook), the Hollands did, and Bev is an excellent cook. Jim is no slouch on the grill either.
There were some issues with weather, namely small craft advisories and windless days with South Carolina type heat. Humidity has not reached the unbearable 95 – 98% that I’m trained to endure in my hometown.
Stormy remembered me. We had some nice naps. Perhaps he was buttering me up to sneak him back in my duffel bag! It won’t work. His humans would miss him terribly if he was kidnapped.
I only brought medication for three weeks, so I’ll have to uber to an airport when I get to the end of my meds. Old people travel with meds, you know.
I’ll forever be grateful to this fine couple for giving me an adventure of a lifetime. When I was young I spent some time on the Chesapeake Bay. It is an enchanting place. Until now I never was able to visit the eastern shore. I’m glad to have seen it now.
My wish for you all is that adventures like this come your way often.
Dale Baer