not a very good blogger

I had high hopes when I started this journey that I'd be able to get into a routine of writing.  Unfortunately that hasn't happened.  I've drafted an insane amount of posts in my head.  A few have made it half way onto paper but have largely gone unfinished.  I really need to get into a habit of writing.  I miss it.  I've never been a good writer per say but at times it has been my lifeline.  The place to sort out the endless thoughts in my head and create some order.  So I'm going to try again.  It's not the first of the new year or the first day of our trip or the day we decided we were really going to jump off the ledge on this adventure (all of those are half finished posts).  It is a rather ordinary Monday in Kill Devil Hills, NC where the rain is falling and the wind is howling.  We visited Roanoke Island today, the birth place of the first child born to English parents in America.  The story of "The Lost Colony" is one I never heard in school, or if I did, I certainly don't remember it.  In a period of time when knowledge and information is incredibly available the idea that we can't solve the mystery of this first colony is fascinating to me.  Right up there with the fact that we have explored less than 5% of the oceans.  Maybe trying to figure out that space thing is jumping the gun a bit.  So about that "Lost Colony"... dude leaves his daughter, son in law, and grand daughter to go back to England for supplies.  Returns three years later and can't find the colony he left.  Such a crazy story and precursor to Jamestown.