I’m sure most of you, being observant folk, will notice I skipped the entry for Independence Day. This is because despite my college education, large vocabulary, an ready access to both a thesaurus and dictionary, I can only come up with so many ways to describe a day so foggy, that standing at one building on Seguin, you cannot discern another. We had no fireworks, no sun, five visitors who came in a group and stayed only ten minutes; we celebrated by clearing the South Trail and eating vegetarian chili for dinner. Oh yes, and Darcy & I went swimming.
Today was far better all round. We woke up to clear visibility, a light breeze, and bright sun. Amy & I ate breakfast, worked on a painting project, then hit the two trails on the bottom of the island with pruning sheers to make them more passable. Thanks to the birds hatching and clearing out, we now have three of the four trails fully cleared for use. I intend to do the North Trail before this weekend, weather permitting, and if the eggs have hatched.
After finishing up the trail maintenance, we went to the Boathouse, Amy to knit, and I to put Turk’s Heads knots onto some of the spars for my boat. It was slack low water, and as I set up to begin work my eye was roving the beach, looking for anything interesting. At first I didn’t notice anything odd, then I focused on what I thought initially was a dead seal; my worst fear out here is Darcy will get into a dead seal. I was just going to tell Amy to grab the mutt, when the dead seal on the beach started flopping around. Nope, not dead, and now I really needed to grab the puppy.
After I had secured our pooch to a post, using a French Bowline effectively for the first time in my life, I scrambled down to the beach to check out our new furry little friend. He didn’t appear to be injured or sick, I think he (or she) was just tired and lost. I took some pictures (clearly) moved a log out of the way that was blocking its return path to the water, and left it alone. He came and went a few more times throughout the day. I hope the little dude survives. Also, if anyone is wondering, yes the authorities have been contacted about the seal, they want us to wait and see how it does.
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| Darcy being unimpressed with my knot skills |
Aside from the blubbered & flippered variety of visitors, we had plenty of other guests as well. USCG Helo 6004 stopped in for a visit again, of the same nature as the last one. I’m enjoying our new status as a pit stop, all we need now is bag lunches & a tank of jet fuel, and we can be a full service station. Ethan brought out a boatload of folks, including Amy’s mother, grandmother, great-uncle, and little sister. We had a good time showing them our island life, and soon enough Ethan was back to pick everyone up. I sent Amy in with her family to get a bit of a better visit with them, leaving Darcy & I to hold down the fort tonight.
Dinner of leftovers, a nip of rum, and Dracy & I are passing out on the couch like the couple of wild bachelors we are. The night is ending cool & clear, with a gentle SW’ly breeze, and the temperature still pleasant in the 60F’s, but dropping. The dog & I are both looking forward to a day ashore in the morning.
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