Well, here it is, we’ve approached a full year in the life of a self-proclaimed “Island Cracker.” You’ve survived the ramblings, the good times and the bad; the flounders and the floundering. I’ve enjoyed the hell out of writing the blog and hopefully you’ve enjoyed reading about my exploits as much as I’ve enjoyed sharing the stories. I really did this as a type of therapy so when I was too sore or in too much pain to move forward I just think back to the energy that I mustered up each morning to push forward to provide yet another adventure from the great yonder. It’s seemed to work for the most part. As Cora gets older, I’m sure my stories will turn from stalking prey to arguing with referees, and I will refrain from telling everyone about Saturdays spent on soccer fields and at dance recitals. Ultimately, as any dad would hope, the adventures will turn to descriptions of the first time Cara did ____ or got a ______ (you fill in the blank with something really action-packed and crazy), but if weekend-long tea parties are in store for us, so be it: tea parties it is.
Here's to tight lines and full freezers!
Cheers,
Capt. Nate
