Dropping Spud at the port.

A big deal to set up but a piece of cake ultimately to do. Met a woman running a combination soup kitchen / breakfast diner at the port. In talking she had lost her brother. We shared about Aaron. It felt like a God sighting to us. Special people abound.

Here we go. No turning back now. One of my favorite photos of my girl. She is focused as we enter the port…

My new chauffeur! What a gem. Pulling into port!

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