August 30, 2013 by Last Star blog
The last days of summer… the last days of the Last Star
We were walking around Carolina Beach the last few days thinking about our adventure on the Last Star and how unbelievable it was. How the Exumas were an amazing color and the people so utterly giving, how long ago it all seems from here. The summer crowd has left, the donut shop is only open on the weekends now, and the last of the fireworks are tonight. It all seems a little sad, pale in comparison to the bright colors of the Bahamas and like most beach towns after the summer crush seems a little seedy. I took the liberty of changing my photos to reflect the mood on the Last Star right now. Selling the boat, the survey and sea trial is for another blog and a different writer. We have boxes scattered about and have begun the melancholy process of packing up our lives and memories and putting away our folly of an adventure. I know we will do this again in the years come, it might be 10 or 15 years down the road but I know we will do this again. I feel like an actor in an old movie when they would close up the house on the cape and put drop cloths on the furniture for the next season…only we are handing over the boat to Adam(new owner) in a week. There is so much up in the air for us as we walk forward (homeless without work until who knows when) that this last week seems like the last season to not worry, to sleep in, to walk the beach, and to say goodbye to the Last Star. I am ignoring Hank as he packs boxes, as if I could ignore the process entirely. It is pretty hard as he is making lots of heavy sighs and mumbling things like “photoshop time sucker” and “a little help here” but I have a bit of water behind my eardrums so really ignoring him is pretty easy right now. The cats are antsy as they are well acquainted with boxes and the sound of tape, it makes them nervous. The last time that happened they went from 1400 sq. feet to 400 sq. ft, how much smaller can it get right? Well…living in the truck might be a bit ,uhm, cozy. So, for now the cats are playing in the boxes and I hear a shaker shaking from the salon, he must have given up on packing…it is after all Happy Hour on the Last Star.