Well, my loyal readers, you outdid yourselves this time! I've never had such an enormous response to one of my blog questions, and you made my job extremely difficult. You offered many, many ideas that would work well as a name for my fictional spit of water-logged land, and I had a hard time choosing. It was Glen, one of our frequent commenters (and one of our few male commenters), who helped me pick among my favorites. The winner is (drumroll, please!): Last Run Shelter, offered by Margo. Congratulations, Margo! Send me your address and I'll send you an autographed copy of The Courage Tree.

I liked the sound of Last Run Shelter, but it wasn't until Glen mentioned the connection to the old moonshine days that I knew it was the winner. It fits the history of my locale, or I should say, it gave my locale a new history.

So thank you all for your enthusiasm and inventiveness! I had a blast reading your five zillion ideas and playing with them in my imagination. And thanks, Glen, for adding your two cents.

I'm still in Wilmington after an incredibly full and fun day, which I'll post about when I get home.  Until then, I want to thank all of you again for your help.