Because we hadn't really packed for a climb to the site, we hunkered down at the boat dock and got cozy for the night. We were planning to sleep in the boat but Garett and I were envisioning kicking back by the fire while Wyatt fell asleep in the cuddy. No such luck.
It was peaceful in its own way with the frogs croaking and the cormorants squawking back and forth. We made s'mores by the one-burner stove (Why in the world did I give Wyatt so much sugar before bed?) and curled up together at about 7:30.
Poor Garett was stuck in the middle because it was the only spot where his feet could hang out of the cabin. I was surprised that Wyatt slept as much as he did but it was still overall a rough night. Watching the stars fade away and the sun come up made it more worthwhile and we were home by 9 this morning.
My soul is at rest when I'm on the water. There is no feeling like the breeze in my hair, the sun or moon reflecting on the water and a freedom that bears down to the depths of my being. I'm thankful that Garett is up for all the work required to make it happen. Thanks, God, for a much needed adventure.