In true Allen style, we’ve acquired a catchphrase on this trip that weaves its way into multiple situations, almost none of them applicable to the phrase itself. When pulling out of my Dad’s driveway four days ago after our goodbyes, Andy stopped the car quickly with his window down. “Is that a knife in the driveway?” he asked my father. My Dad walked in front of the car, bent down and came up with a decent-sized serrated knife. “Why yes it is!” he casually replied. The fact that this surprised no one present, including the girls, is the best part. Who doesn’t have a knife on their driveway?! Anyway, it caught us all in the funny, and now every time someone thinks of Granddad, knives, driveways, or anything, really, one of us says it and the rest of us crack up. It really doesn’t take much with this crew.
On a boat note, we’ve made it to Indiantown, and our Chickadee! After a couple of hours of cleaning, unpacking and stowing, we saw that we’d not make enough progress before nightfall to have two cozy bunks, so we shifted course and went into Stuart to pick up our serviced dinghy engine, our new cockpit cushions and other supplies before finding a room to stay for the night.
We’re on the road back to Chickadee, and we launch this morning at 11. Pictures to follow!
Oh Lordy, you’re at it again. I saw the funniest thing written on a hand towel that made me think of you: “Do something every day that scares your family” and of course, I thought of you. It had an illustration of a child riding an alligator, very Maurice Sendakish style. Love the Maine-chic look they’re sporting. Safe travels and hopefully there won’t be an occasion for the girlies to hitchhike where you’re going….love you all!