We awoke to a foggy morning. I couldn't see the shore. It was eerily beautiful. And so quiet, with only the distant sound of the surf.
We eventually rowed to shore, walked on the beach and had a nice warm fire. Of course, I could not help but think about my old dog who would usually be right here next to the fire. Part of her ashes will be placed at the camp site. She will join a lot of other souls on this island that was the site of a ferocious battle during the Civil War.
We are enjoying this time on the boat. I included photos of what it looked like today. So much gratitude for our life, our love, and our recovery.