Soon the party was on route from Halifax. Initial pleasantries turned to easy conversation about the sights of nature along their way. More serious discussions could wait for another day, while a rare chance to relax was taken advantage of.
After making decent time on winding roads, Grady made an announcement. “Around the next bend we will be at our destination. Your long journey from Georgia is over.”
As promised, the sharp corner ahead gave way to a surprisingly cozy community, nestled close against the sea. Stout wooden buildings and lively homesteads were anchored firmly to their coastal terrain. One’s initial impression was of a community steeped in pride of ownership, the natural result of hard fought accomplishment.
“Welcome to Resting Arms gentlemen. Others call us the pride of
