Inn at Huntingfield Creek
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- Outdoor pool
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Business Services
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The Mutual Fun had a four hour steady 8 knots per hour journey to our next stop. There was a strong north wind in the morning which made the air fresh and the views clear. Even though there was wind (about 15) the waters were not bumpy for our trawler. We pumped out (boaters will know what that means) and took on 105 gallons of fuel at $2.69/ gallon! Steve could not resist the price even though it was not his trusty Valvtect brand. We burned ...
... me to say goodbye properly. After a few tears and several hugs from Saz who has been amazing at making me feel better about the whole situation we had some breakfast. Bacon bagel had become the new favourite since I introduced Sarah to bagels. Sarah's lacrosse team were asked to help volunteer for a blood drive so we went down for our volunteering slot at 12.30. We weren't really needed to volunteer as there ...
... that's not lifted yet. But that may also be because as of this moment, all I've had to eat today has been a couple of slices of cold pizza and a quarter of a Stuckey's Pecan Log. (DO NOT JUDGE ME. If there was ever an event built for emotional eating, this is it.) Not gonna lie and not to be overly dramatic, but I've experienced some scary **** as a parent during Will's lifetime. This afternoon vaulted into the top tier of scary ****. It may take me a bit to shake ...
... of my life. At one point I would most certainly have blamed her for this, but today I fully understand that I can only thank her. She was the catalyst. If not for her, I wouldn't be following my path today, and for that I owe her my life. Let's call her Miranda.
To tell this story, I have to take you back quite a bit. Back to a time when the United States was on the edge of her darkest proverbial cliff, recoiling from 9/11. In those days ...
... for all of eternity. The waters had destroyed, and had redeemed. The waters gave both death and birth.
The flooding of my basement apartment and subsequent loss of my belongings has only reinforced my belief that monetary goods are, more often than not, burdens to the soul of a human being. Those things that I have lost in this mini-deluge were just as useless as those things that I have given away, or sold, or thrown furiously ...