Our Island Adventure

For of those who were beginning to wonder, we did in fact return from Dog Island. A report is long overdue! As befitting a nice, relaxing vacation there is not a lot to tell of our time there. We mostly just sat around. In the sun. Doing nothing. Maya read about 2.5 volumes of Stephen King’s The Dark Tower. Matt made a sandcastle, flew a kite, read a bit, wrote some and did stargazing at night. Together we took walks on the beach, swam in the ocean (waded, actually), and cooked supper each night. Asher mostly sat in the kitchen. The few times we took him outside he really didn’t seem to like it. Some combination of the bright sun and the powerful winds made him actually fight to go back in his cage when we tried to take him out! We knew about the sun. We brought lots of sunscreen to keep burns away and aloe in case we failed. The wind was something new for Matt. Not ever having spent any significant time by the ocean, he did not expect the constant nature of the ocean breezes (and constant is not an exaggeration). It was almost too cold! The intense heat compensated for it but he felt weird to be in a sweater (which he had only brought for night-time star watching) on the stereotypic white sand beach where people are stereotypically scantily clad. Maya knew about the winds, but it slipped her mind to mention them to Matt. She’s been to the island like 10 times and packing is kind of automatic.
For those of you that don’t know, this place is quite isolated. According to the Inn’s caretaker there are only about 14 people that live on the island all the time. There are a fair number of homes, but mostly, they are empty all the time. There is one hotel called the Pelican Inn. We were the only ones in the hotel at the time. Not counting the caretaker, we saw less then 20 people the whole time we were there. This is including passing boats and areoplanes which were presumably piloted by someone. The Inn itself is a bit “rustic,” but it’s perfectly serviceable. Maya says it is looking even more rustic these days then it used to.
That isn’t much to say about what is probably our big vacation for the year, but there really isn’t a lot that happened. We went there to be in a place where there is no such thing as wasted time. Sometimes gazing out at the ocean is an end unto itself.