Despite the outpouring of support from our kind readers (thank you!), Lucy's death so quickly on the heels of Artemesia's sent me and Mark reeling. On a whim, we filled extra feeders and waterers for the animals left behind, hopped in the car, and drove to the very closest beach to our farm --- Myrtle.

The oceanfront suite we nabbed at a steep discount felt strangely private despite being one of hundreds at Forest Dunes. Even better, opening the door onto our hefty balcony let in the sights, smells, and sounds of the sea. This is the closest I've ever slept to the beach and I reveled in snoozing to the soundtrack of waves breaking against the shore.

Watching the sun rise from my bed was quite a treat as well.

Of course, Myrtle Beach isn't a very natural seashore. Wildlife sightings consisted of scads of gulls (three different species), a couple of plovers, a fish crow or two, and a few flocks of pelicans. Despite all that, I thoroughly enjoyed four long walks on the beach and one cold but invigorating swim in the ocean. Really, just sitting on that balcony would have been enough to make the drive worthwhile.

Two nights was just long enough to remind us that the world is full of peace and joy before we drove back to our waiting farm. Despite our ancient car, which finished the drive held together by two long pieces of gaffer's tape and a dilapidated shoelace, we feel so grateful to have chosen a lifestyle that allows us to take the time we need to fill the hole in our hearts. And thank you for following along on our journey!