Sometimes the best plans go awry. Yesterday I traveled by dinghy, boston whaler, commuter train and taxi to catch an AMTRAK train to NYC. I was doing fine until the train sat two hours outside Stamford, CT. Then they announced we would be there indefinitely because of wires on the tracks.
We had 5 minutes to decide if we wanted to leave the train because they were going to pull up to a platform briefly. Passengers were irate, some were crying and yelling.
I made 3 friends after we shared a cab to NYC. Two guys from the UK were Iron Maiden groupies in NY for a concert and a woman from NY is about to release her first record album. We laughed and traded stories and email addresses and then parted on 42 St.
— Sent from my Palm PreI was determined to reveal the old helipad yesterday. No easy task since it was totally overgrown and I didn’t have a shovel. I tapped around and uncovered a few of the bricks and then I had to imagine the triangle with the "H" in the center. Then I just had to follow the yellow brick path. Now the Coast Guard can find us. Next I will repaint the bricks.
Tim’s obsessed with clearing sumac. There is ssomething for everyone here.
This is the view I see when I get up. Incredible. Boats are working or just passing by all day (and night), seagulls and other birds sing all day (and night). A few years ago, we decided to try to live in beautiful places and we are. We spent two summers here; one on Seguin Island in Maine; a winter on Fire Island and will return to the Adirondacks before traveling to Deal Island in Tasmania.
Last night we had the boat ride from hell. It all started innocently enough. We went ashore to an afternoon play on Cape Ann. Then dinner with very nice but slow service and when we made it back to the dock to ride the whaler back to the island the fog was thick, THICK. Visibility was less than 100 yards. Luckily we had our handheld GPS with the waypoints of the buoys back to the island and the seas were calm. We announced on the radio that our little boston whaler was headed outbound in the Salem Sound. What are we? Nuts? But we made it back safe and sound.
We have had some water trouble. Our well water didn’t pass the test so we had to get to the well and treat it. We only had to lift three of these blocks to find it.
Tim and I have matching injuries. My index finger got mildly caught in the flywheel of the string trimmer. Oops.
I want to figure out what these are. Any ideas?
We finally completed our first pass of mowing. It took five days!! Yesterday, I took the day off and we’ll be back at it again today. Now we have to chop up the 3 feet long grass that is lying on the ground and take it down a notch.
The seagulls start their racket 4:30 am. The other night, we heard a laughing gull. We both stirred, laughed with it then rolled over and went back to sleep. Yesterday, a dolphin washed up on the beach. Very sad. I hope the high tide overnight took it back out to sea. Maybe it will take the deer with it too.
The projects begin. At least the house is in pretty good shape. Tim’s been on the roof to fix flashing (no easy task getting back down), we are having some trouble with our well water and need to install more batteries. Not too bad. And it’s sunny. Small craft warnings today, so we’ll stay on the island.
Island and North Country Life 