Very little wind this weekend left us with time to explore new places.
Quick, Duck! I mean...
Tom, clearing out our new living room with a Boston Lighthouse overlook.
The lichen moss is beautiful gold.
According to Wikipedia this arch once held a bell.
Dan, contimplates jumping to escape deafening seagull chatter.
It was not nesting season. Had it been, we'd be dead.
We spent that night discussing Harbor Island ghost stories over a few drinks. I awoke at 130am to strange noises and the boat rolling ominously. This was disconcerting considering what a calm night it had been. I was convinced the Lady In Black had come for me. That is the last time I let Tom tell me bed time stories.