If you are ever to explore new shores, the trick is to cast off your lines. Leave the dock. The stars may not be perfectly aligned and that last chore may not be complete, but at some point it is time to say your goodbyes, imagine the band playing and push away from the pier; setting yourself loose to the current, the winds, and the vagaries of the diesel engine.
On October 20, we pulled in our dock lines and waved goodbye to our friend, Tom Barnes, as we left the Florence Harbor Marina. We powered downstream through the Tennessee River, reaching Two Rocks Anchorage at dusk. The evening was calm and the Traveler sat gently on the water as the sun set.