We had coffee and breakfast, packed, closed the house, dropped Whitby and Belle at All God's Creatures and headed to Pawleys Island this morning. Our destination, along with my mother, is to points in Florida -- Wesley Chapel, Lakewood Ranch and Punta Gorda, to visit family and friends.
This morning's routine and our travel route Tal and I (and even the car) know by heart. So many of the minutes of the day were taken up with immediate chores that there's little in particular to offer as this evening winds to a close. The getting ready and the getting here required a lot. The cameras stayed stowed, as did the journal and the book I'm reading.
But, what a sight we did see. It was an overcast day and very windy. We approached North SC and were surprised to see a lone C-17 (Globemaster III) airborne. Touch and go in a cross wind being the lesson of the day, I suppose. We lost sight of it for a time. Beyond the airfield Tal slowed to make a left turn and there it was huge and hanging over Bull Swamp in a low, slow turn, landing gear down.
My closing thought as sleep beckons is of Whitby and Belle. They approached being dropped off with grace. In fact, I handed Belle's leash to Tara and Belle headed up the steps and into the building. Cassie took Whitby and he set out on an exploratory walk. Neither of our dogs looked back. Well adjusted and secure, I suppose. But, I sigh a little sadly anyway. I wonder if they'll miss us.