Buck and I had been hankering to be on a little piece of water for some time. We liked the idea of a lake or even a river. We drove all over nearby Alabama looking. We thought about North Carolina and the possibility of finding a lot or cabin on a lake in the mountains. Lake and mountains sounded like heaven. The places we saw in Alabama were either crowded playgrounds for the jet ski set or desolate outposts in the back of beyond. North Carolina mountain lake prices are even higher than the altitude. I idly looked through offerings on the different bays and bayous closer to home, not really expecting to find anything promising. When I ran across the Sugar Shack listing, Buck saw it on my computer screen and said, “What’s that one?” The rest is history. We made a ridiculous offer, thinking it would be an opening gambit. Nope. The owner signed the contract, and we became the astonished owners of a sweet little place on a lovely bay, only thirty minutes from home. Umm, I should mention: that lovely trawler in the distance is not ours.