Hurricane Arthur has indeed delayed my planned beach week on Hatteras Island. I kind of saw that coming, and although I'm a bit disappointed at missing a day or two of the beach, it's been nice to hang out at home after spending a great deal of time on the road lately.
I never made any real plans for this July 4th holiday as I assumed I'd be heavy into packing and preparing for my journey south. So tonight I'm watching the rockets red glare and bombs bursting in air from the comfort of my living room. As the greens, whites, reds and blues fall across the DC skyline to the sounds of John Phillips Sousa I can hear the explosions out my window. Perhaps they are from the very fireworks I'm watching- I'm not sure, but it sure feels like I'm almost there.
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