Trips seem to come at inflection points. They mark the passage of time.
The trip to Andros marked the end of my first marriage.
My second Hawaii trip was freedom.
The Cuba trip coincided with the start of the relationship with my current wife.
My second Belize trip was my honeymoon.
My last Bahamas trip was maybe the last trip we will likely have had with my mom with us and it was when we first found out we were pregnant with our son.
This upcoming Bahamas trip takes place with her home, fighting cancer.
Trips… I look forward to each and every one and as I look back, I plot the arc of my life by the coming and going of those experiences.
I’m eager to get out there on the flats… I’m already packing.
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