The Chance Encounter
Due to some problems on the return flight to Oklahoma, we wouldn't arrive home until midnight. Once inside my home, the reality that my already shallow bucket was a little lighter now since I made the trip to North Carolina came to be.
Would I go again? In a heartbeat I would, and for sure I would look Ken Hardwick up to see if he would put up with me once again.
Left in the bucket are a number of other places to experience by way of fur and feather and it looks like the San Juan is next.