Well, well, well… last night we went to bed saying, once again, it was a good day, a very good day, an exceptional day. We left the campground around 1 PM and drove down to Cape May to the craft beer and arts and craft festival. Evidently this is a very popular summer festival as it took from 1 to 2:20 to drive 12 miles and park (1 mile from the festival). We strolled to the festival and spent a couple of hours seeing the crafts, listening to the live singers and, yes, sampling the beer – only one). As always, the bling was strongly in evidence as well as food, of which we partook – an excellent crab cake.

We had several conversations with the vendors and even shared parts of our testimony. Everywhere we go we meet the nicest folks, people who are willing to share a part of their lives and their story with us as we share with them. We then made our way back to the truck with Linda taking pictures of the Cape May homes along the way.

Last night we both slept the sleep of the forgiven and redeemed, waking this morning to another glorious day of the Lord.