Cumberland Island
“Chaz, I think it’s actually possible that we could make it to the ferry on time.”
I said this as we pulled up to the check-in station 45 minutes before our departure time.
The night before I had realized our tent for camping on the island was in Dunnellon at my parents house. I had slept two hours and Chaz hadn’t slept much more. After stopping for breakfast and running by Wal-mart to grab a camping stove and a tent, we had actually sort’ve made it.
We carried our gear onto the boat and parked the car in the lot several blocks away.
Now I’m trying to balance enjoying the moments and capturing them for you.