Tales

Cutting the Docklines

By justine

John and I eloped, just he and I, and the staff of the Valdez, AK courthouse on a spring day in 2008.  So it seems fitting that at the beginning of this adventure we should begin without ceremony as well.  Some people have a night of toasting and gluttony prior to departure, others have a ceremony that involves cutting the dock lines, but John and I just drifted off the dock in Bellingham and quietly made our way to our first, of many, nights at anchor.  

And so the journey begins.  Where we are headed and for how long is uncertain, and that's what we love about it.