I need to figure out how to keep going despite the craziness of the job.
I've been thinking a lot about it in fact. (Yeah I know you smelled the smoke, right?)
So I botched this week and will have to make it up next week. It's not going to be fun, but not everything on every journey is fun. You know those movie montages? Those things that make it look like people are transformed in one way or another in a minute or less to super fun music? If they showed it to you in real time, you'd probably be bored out of your bloody mind! Here's to hoping I can put a little adventure of my own in it.
On the bright side, I DID manage to meet a mile marker this week, and in honor of crossing on Buckleberry Ferry, I managed to do my own ferry crossing on the Jamestown Ferry to and from Williamsburg!
Woo hoo! I love ferries. I've ridden on them countless times since I was a kid. While I've never felt the terror of fleeing a Nazgul on a ferry, I do have a crazy ferry story:
I spent a summer in college interning at a Maritime Museum in Beaufort, NC. On one of my days off, I thought it would be fun to go to the Grave Yard of the Atlantic Museum on Hatteras Island. In order to get there from Beaufort, you have to drive to Cedar Island, take the 2 1/2 hour ferry ride to Ocracoke, and then take another 45 minute ferry to Hatteras. The trip over was awesome! I caught the first ferry and drove across Ocracoke, caught the second, and then drove to the Museum. It took about 5 hours, all told, and I got to spend a whopping 15 minutes in there before it closed.
I made it to the Hatteras Ferry and as soon as it docked, drove like mad down to the other end of Ocracoke... just in time to see the Ferry pull away. The problem was that there was only ONE ferry in the evening. If you wanted off the Island you had to wait for the ferry to Get to the farther shore and then pick up another load and return. That was 5 hours. So there was nothing to do but wait until the ferry returned at 10:00 PM and took me back to Cedar Island so that I could drive back to Beaufort.
It was actually kind of cool. I checked out the beach, looked for buried treasure in "Teach's Hole" (Ocracoke was of course a favorite haunt of Blackbeard). Sorry, no treasure - unless you count the blue plastic sandcastle shovel and a piece of a flip-flop. But I was in for a pleasant surprise as I finally boarded the 10:00 ferry for home. I was in the middle of the water on a cloudless night with the most amazingly brilliant set of constellations I have ever seen. I opened the skylight in my Chevy Blazer, and actually got to watch the stars and smell the ocean at the same time! It was incredible! I never would have seen it if I hadn't missed the 5:00 ferry. My mother always told me "If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans." She's right. You may not see it at first, but let me tell you that if you think you know better than Him, you've got another think coming. I would have missed it if I had been able to make that ferry.
I digressed. Isn't the first and it won't be the last time.
But hopefully, I will find some more insight along the road to Rivendell and even more to Mordor.
Until then, I'll keep walking.
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