Once again, morning light, sea breeze and the sound of waves woke me. I wandered downstairs to grab some Cinnamon Life and peaches before we headed off to do a circumnavigatory Piers Island walk. The walk was a fun first look at our little island. It was amazing to see the dense forest interior and “street” approaches of the various houses.

When we returned I stared a documentation of the tide change, and an overall frenzy of digital photography interspersed with blogging. We all chilled out at the house and many napped. Ben, Sarah and I went for a boat ride strait out from the house to the island across the channel. The island turned into two islands: Portland Island and Brackman Island. We headed into what looked like a bay, but as we came around we saw that it was a passage, so naturally we went through out the other side and headed home. What we later found out was that Portland Island is a Marine Nature Preserve, which would explain all the hikers and beach combers. We headed back with a short detour to get some shots of a sailboat. Lunch was leftover pork loin sandwiches. (Read more)

Have you had that dream where you are just falling asleep when your alarm goes off? You feel like you never went to bed, and in your REM induced semi-coma you try to figure out why the alarm is chiming. Time is somehow suspended and the synapses are firing through some different denser material. This is how Day 1 started.

When the curtain of fog finally lifted and I remembered all the packing that I was supposed to do the night before, time slid back into 78 from 33 1/3 (yeah I’ve switched a record player between speeds, how else could I know every word of Barry Manilow’s Greatest Hits Triple Platinum. You know he writes the songs that make the whole world sing!). (Read more)