Everyone on the island rides a bike. We ate lunch on a screened in porch and the girls got ice cream that melted much too fast. We watched the boats come into to the marina.
I have a lot of ideas when I'm here. About how I need to do some research about how to become a fisherman.
Around 4 o'clock people gather on the docks and men who smell like seaweed and beer hangovers cover the wood with ice and toss giant fish that skid and slide at your feet. I want to be one of them. I want to wake up in the morning and head out so far into the ocean that no one could ever find me. I want to be a scoundrel.
We hiked through sand dunes to a protected stretch of beach. Looking down the shore, there were no buildings. The sand was spotted sparsely with the shadows of people. Playing in the water, Scouty said to me, "I just feel so free. This is the free-est day of my life!"
|Louisey, the beach explorer|