Our trip to the US to look at boarding schools for Nolan was driven by the culmination of many clues over the last years that he would be well-served by the right school. When a teen wants to be in a simple, rural place where he can cut firewood, fix fences, ride horses, and muck around in big spaces, the scope of the search is narrowed. Midland School, upon our arrival, felt immediately and exactly right, and that is where he will be going next year. He told me that he was as proud of his acceptance as of anything he had done in his life, and is ready I think to face the academic challenges while reveling in the rural life on a campus of about 100 students, faculty and their kids and dogs and cats. No cell phones, no TV, no constant internet. Wants, not needs. It felt like home for our kid. I encourage you to look at their website. We are all back in Hakahau, have installed the new light which required threading the wires through the mast, and rested. The plan is to sail together for another month or so. Then Nolan will go back to Seattle for time with Marty, Kas, and Melinda while he takes up his old job, does a Junior Leader program at Camp Colman, visits stepsister in Wyoming, and gets ready for school. As much as we will miss him, the sense of rightness is so exciting that we are just plain old happy. We have been brought fruit, again and again, and this just fits right in.