Thursday, May 21, 2015
After the 30 mph wind changed direction midday yesterday from N to SW, and died down, the humidity dropped from 98% to 30%, and a glorious sunset silhouetted Mount Washington, 86 miles away.
The grass dried and the panels of light dissipated that usually cover the island like a circus tent, by the light from the tower illuminating the vapor in the air, the night sky was filled with twinkling stars and the sliver of a moon that appeared at sundown slipped under the horizon. Venus was the first to pop out and later the big dipper and other constellations were brilliant in the night sky. That’s a rare sight for Sequin. It’s usually so humid here.
Yesterday Larry and T’Ann went for shore leave for a half-day to get water and a few more provisions to last us through the big Memorial Day weekend. The new dingy, christened Hinkley, has a v-hull and is 15 pound heavier than the old red rubber raft that’s been left deflated and out of service in the boathouse. It’s a welcome new addition but not quite so easy to manage for one person pulling it up and down over the rocks on the beach to secure it above tide level and get it back down into the water.
Larry is doing a good job perfecting his rowing technique, with T’Ann always there to assist. It wasn’t that hard getting them out to Captain Ethan’s Guppy in low tide at 7 AM but by the time they came back early afternoon, the wind had shifted and was coming straight into the cove out of the north and the tide was high. Getting people and provisions out of a rubber dingy that flops from side to side on the rocks at the shoreline with waves cresting in is not that easy, especially when you’re maneuvering 60 pound plastic cubes of water. (Sometimes we don’t fill them up all the way.) It doesn’t help that the entire little boat was coated with silicone to protect it either. Standing, sitting or climbing in and out is a lot of slip sliding away.
And with the tram out of commission, reducing the load and the weight of what we have to carry up the hill becomes a priority. It’s amazing how much more you think about every aspect of your life when you have to carry it up to 150 feet above sea level on a steep, rocky, slippery trail after hauling it to shore in and out of boats and a slick dingy. But once it’s all in and put away, you marvel at the accomplishment and move on with the task at hand, which in this case was a little lunch to tide us over until the chicken soup (leftovers from the roast chicken we did on Tuesday) was ready.
Candy and I had raked all the mowed grass in the morning while they were ashore. We later debated the wisdom of that when the wind whipped up. It probably would have all blown away.
And when the call came to assist in the cove, buttermilk biscuits were about to go into the oven. I went down and left Cyndy to finish the baking; she made it down to help carry things up. The afternoon was given over to a little rest and relaxation after a strenuous morning, which included baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies.
When it’s really windy, there’s nothing more exciting than being at the top of the tower. Holding onto the door as I opened it onto the catwalk almost catapulted me out over the rail, it was that strong.
There was also time for Cyndy and I to take Larry to the end of the South Trail.
Today we’ll whack the weeds on a couple more trails. Larry’s gotten good at using the big weed whacker and wants the trails wide enough so that a couple can walk along them side by side and perhaps hand in hand. Candy and T’Ann will finish work setting up the museum and gift shop. But first, a big breakfast of bacon and blueberry and raspberry pancakes is in order.