Initially we had take it on faith that the sun had risen this morning, as the fog was pea-soup thick when I got up at 0630 to let the puppy out, feed him, make coffee, and hit the galley to begin making breakfast. Despite the zero visibility and the droning of the fog horn, Amy & I had the whole place to ourselves until past 0800, proving that even guests can sleep through the Seguin horn. This worked out just fine for us, as I got to bake berry muffins & banana bread, before the hungry Lamson family joined us. Cameron has decided I am an acceptable cook as he devoured two baseball sized muffins in short order. Impressive.
The morning passed easily, with Cameron helping me plant flags in the approximate locations of the barn, bell frame, and fog horn, based on a survey from 1870. I’ve had the information & the tools needed to complete the chore for an embarrassingly long length of time, I just need the proper motivation to get it done. Like the assistance of a five year old kid, who could barely move due to the weight of muffin in his belly. That task done we turned attention to packing up, as the visibility began improving and seas diminishing, Father would be on his way to collect The Lamson crew.
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| Cameron, with the un-cursed part of Captain Kidd's treasure |
When the Lovely Linda arrived around 1030, getting everyone off the island into Dad’s boat went surprisingly smooth. They forgot nothing except a wiffle ball & bat, Cameron didn’t cry at all about only getting to take some of Captain Kidd’s treasure, and Mike only cried a little when Mary wouldn’t let him take home a nice piece of slate he found. Their departure ended a great visit that we all enjoyed, and one that went by too quickly, but did not return Amy & I to isolation. A steady stream of visitors throughout the afternoon interspersed with a couple of thunderstorms effectively prevented us from getting anything meaningful done.
Additionally, there is no way to be truly alone on Seguin, with the flies everywhere. I have come to two conclusions about the flies: first, they hatch huge clutches of eggs after heavy rain, and second, they only congregate when it is hot. I’ll admit it, they won again today, driving me inside for the second time. But I’ll have my revenge on them. Somehow.
The flies were the only downside of today; even my first dose of poison ivy is more annoying than anything. Yes, despite the fact I thought I was immune, I contracted a small batch on my ankle. It probably happened when I was carrying Cameron over a bush of it last night, and inadvertently put my foot down in some. Regardless, this morning when it erupted, I didn’t even recognize it. Mike had to point out to me not to touch it. Moving on from my ankle, even the weather wound up cooperating, cooling off this evening with a freshening NE’ly breeze to make sleeping pleasant.
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