The REAL Au Sable River:
a date with a Day 8
5:32 a.m in the morning and I can’t bring myself to get out of bed. It is June 22 and just past the Summer Solstice so I know it was a short night and going to be a long day. That meant time didn’t matter much, since I wasn’t at work. I was rubbing my eyes at the pink sky to the east and thinking that I am not really a sailor and don’t care if there is a red sky in the morning. I watched the beautiful colors grow slowly brighter and then shrugged my shoulder, turned over in my sleeping bag, and went back to sleep.
(to be continued in the next newsletter….)