Today is our anniversary, actually a double anniversary. Eighteen years ago I said, "I do." I did then, I still do, and Connie do, too. Our best friends then - Jim and Cathy, John and Marie - are still our best friends, which says something for their perseverance, if not their character.
It was one year ago today that we locked the door in Colorado for the last time and set out to see the world. Twenty-four countries, countless hotel rooms, dozens of rental cars, and thousands of miles later we still feel as if the trip has just started. And there is so much more to see.
We have traveled nearly all the way around Tasmania and are on the northern part of the East Coast now. The weather continues to be schizophrenic, bright sunshine followed by heavy rain, clearing only to turn to mist. Shirtsleeves to fleece and back again, as the sun dips behind the clouds, rain jackets never far from hand. The sunny moments can be spectacular along the coast at places like St. Helens' Bay of Fire where waves crash on the red-lichen covered rocks.
The restaurant we decided on for our anniversary dinner was supposedly open until "7:30-ish" but was closed when we arrived just after six. So our dinner was take-away fish and chips in the camper. It's not the food, but the company that counts. That plus the wine!
