We are anchored at an inlet up the coast for the weekend. Tonight is breezy. We watched lightening in the distance, but not a drop of rain has fallen here. There are campers on shore, and I see their fire blazing.
Tomorrow, some other boaters will be joining us. We are planning a campfire and shared meal in the evening. I'll be making a shrimp stew which is one of the Lowcountry favorites. I wonder if there will be any green marshmallows to roast on St. Patrick's day.
I am tired after the run up the coast. My wife is finishing up a bowl of soup. I fixed some crispy fried eggplant earlier. Neither of us felt like cooking anything too elaborate. Time to read now for a few minutes and then get a good night's sleep. I sleep so soundly on the boat, listening to the sound of the wind and the waves.
All is well here. I have been looking forward to this trip for a while. It's just a simple get-away, but it is like being in another world to me. The simple things are just fine.