The Tallest of Ships, The Blackest of Tots

What a whirlwind of beautiful days out on the venerable Southern Cross this past longish weekend...  Nasser's timely return, Charles and crew, Alison and family, the July 31 old-timers, and then the parade of a finale.  Weather triumphant throughout, and perhaps best of all the conference call to end it.  "Don't you ever think about being really irresponsible and just sailing around the world?"  Every day, haha, every day.  Even more humourous given the early disclosure of Europa in the right quarters, which they will all learn in due course and may find the funnier upon learning what I knew in that moment.

For now, the summer holiday really begins to heat up, with further time at Mush-a-mush, first glimpse of Senator Brockes in Lunenburg with the rest of ships next weekend, and then the Chicago-Nashville experience.  It is all starting to line up, just need to wrap my head around this GR and LF submission and make it sing.  A nice little bump in hours to tide over the lull of August.

202 days until departure.  And much fun before that happy day.  Can you further swing a Cape Breton road trip?  Magdalan islands?  Arsenal?  Country #57?  Much to plan and much to enjoy.  So do it.