Veteran Owned Charters

 Well our progress has come to a stand still. We remain anchored out in Cape May, as the weather continues to roar with reminders that she is in charge. We remain grateful that we had pushed off when we did, hoping to make a quick and uneventful journey home.   Of courses that is never the case, no matter what life you lead! But hey, you can only make choices based on the things you can control.   And that we did! So now we wait. Trying to busy our minds, and live in the memories this journey has brought. Knowing that there are always lulls to deepen the lessons of life. Yet we still find ourselves laughing, and grateful that after who knows how long of living on the boat, and I mean truly living in a small space with what we will say almost no ability to even go for a walk..... We wouldn't have it any other way! How many people truly can say that they know the person they share their life with? Trust me....there are no secrets on a 32 ft boat in the middle of k...

As we lay our anchor down once more on the silt of the sand... We cannot help but become lost in what has come of the days since last we wrote. Our journey home has been much different from when we first started in countless ways. Pushing ourselves to our limits, the miles sail past us....as home creeps into sights. We imagine that in our travels home, we have gained skills and learned lessons, that have allowed us not to tire or curse as quick as we once did. Looking back, I think the journey down was just as exhausting as the one we are on now, but its the parts of us that bare the wear that differs. As we found ourselves in Titusville, making good time, we had decided on one day of rest (mostly because of poor weather conditions)  Falling victim to what we all do, we needed the excuse to stop....instead of allowing ourselves the break itself. (something we all need to work on) Funny (only now) enough, life demanded a longer pause, for as we set out to leave the boat once again r...