Russ and I took the girls on a drive yesterday. We drove down to Lake Champlain, taking the back roads, dirt roads we’d not taken before, just to make it more interesting. We were headed to a marina. To look at sailboats for sale.
It was a trip I’ve taken hundreds of times in places all along the east coast with my own parents. Growing up, Sundays were often “mystery trip” days. At first, my folks wouldn’t tell us where we were going. Sometimes even my mom wouldn’t know. But over the years, we saw the pattern: all roads led to a boat yard. Seriously, we visited boat yards everywhere we lived, from New Jersey to Maryland to North Carolina all the way to Florida. Continue reading