We traveled for 20 hours on Wednesday and are gradually recovering from jet leg. Spring is just on the brink of arriving. A strong storm blow through yesterday, with wind, thunder and lightning. Our Davis Weather Station reported the highest wind since we’ve lived here: 42 mph. Lots of power outages.


Our county is the one where hardly anyone has power. I was happy to use my Coleman lantern and candles last night, while we read and knit. This is the Forest Path stole I began the plane to Ireland. It’s too complicated to put down and I’ll keep knitting it. At the airport security check, they asked me if I had knitting needles in my bag. I said I did, with two weeks worth of knitting that they could not have. They laughed, confirmed I had knitting needles and let me pass.

We set up the generator and all is well. Today is glorious and sunny. Lots of birds singing,. and the woodpeckers are hammering away. It was a long winter indoors. What I love most about our travel and caretaking lifestyle is the opportunity to spend long stretches outdoors.
But Tim needed his headlamp to play the piano today.

And apparently we’re having company!










Today is a lovely snowy day to sit by the wood stove and finish this task. After I use the snow blower to clear the driveway.



I find inspiration in our local color.
And try to keep it simple.
We left Seguin Island in calm seas and pea soup fog. The first and only thing I was able to see during the three mile boat ride ashore was Fort Popham, at the very end of the trip! But we were in excellent hands.
But how quickly we got caught up in a whirlwind. I worked two days, arranged financing, bought a car, rented a house for the family vacation, and mostly unpacked. Tim lined up a Captain’s job on a schooner next summer and then we were invited for the crew’s end of year sail. It was perfect though; steady breeze, gorgeous sunset, mountain, and good company.




I should be committed, someplace. 30 hours for my trip east and 18 hours return and I haven’t even left the country. Not counting the fact I slept in a hotel last night where I can park my car. We didn’t factor our love of travel in when we moved two hours from the closest airports.
I watched a movie, The Meddler, where I laughed and cried. Perhaps sleep deprivation played a part.













