Dock Tales, Part 9
When Tommy’s crew said the dock was ready, my son Thomas and his buddies beat me to it, camping there before heading into Linville Gorge. I’d envisioned our encampments in the woods or on the beach, looking at the dock.
“We just pitched our tents on the dock,” Thomas said.
Arriving two days later, I found my spot in the corner on the dock, looking over Lake James. Stars appeared. The moon rose over the ridge. I launched James Brown on my bluetooth speaker, thinking this crazy vision I had when I answered a Facebook ad just might work.
– Chris Schroder, The 100 Companies