Saturday, July 22, 2017
Our first full day living on the boat, not in a marina, anchored, relying on the engine, generator, and Dan’s competence to keep us all alive! Yay!
My alarm was set for 6am, but although I woke up a few times to Dan and Brandy being awake and stirring around, I didn’t get up until 10:30am or so. I don’t remember much about the morning, but we rather quickly went to shore to find some ruins of a mansion Brandy knew were south of us. We took the dinghy to the dock and exited at a small, but well kept looking building with a ranger station. It was pretty hot, but somewhat alleviated by the shade from a canopy of trees all around and a good breeze. We hiked for about half a mile and then stopped to fly the drone around a bit. I flew it out of the trees, to the boat, and made a lap around it. Because we were completely enveloped by trees the drone was not visible to us at all. No big deal. I could still see where it was headed by looking at the phone screen. Then I turned the drone around and started flying it back towards me. I realized that although I could see where it was going , it couldn’t see us hidden in the treeseither. Funny how it works both ways. It took me a minute to remember, but I realized the phone display has a map with one icon for the drone and one icon for me so all I had to do was not run into anything when I brought the two icons together. I finally got the drone in view, descended into a hole in the forest, and then landed it. Crisis averted.
After hiking a short way we came to a huge clearing with wild horses roaming around and a building that housed an open aired one room museum. Brandy took Dillon to a bench to sit and relax while Dan and I checked out the relics of an old ice house and learned about the history of the island. Apparently, some old Carnegies built a couple of mansions on the island and a small village of people sprung up as would be necessary to wait on them hand and foot and provide all the luxuries their lifestyle afforded them back in the day. It was quite labor intensive given the technology of the day.
The hike up until then was along the water, but at this point we started hiking perpendicular across the island toward the beach on the other side. We finally came across the ruins of the old mansion and a large beautiful open lawn. It had burned down a long time ago, but some other buildings, statues, and a fountain remained nearby. There were quite a few wild horses around and I’m not sure if they were responsible for the closely cut grass or if some machinery came in to do the dirty work. Either way, it was amazing scenery.
We kept moving and hiked across some sand dunes to the beach on the Atlantic side. I’m not sure why, but the water temperature here is perfect and not as cold as St. Augustine despite their close proximity. We swam for a bit until Brandy spotted some dark clouds coming our way. Dan checked the weather and saw a storm coming in so we bolted back north up the island’s beach to try and beat it back to the boat. The dark clouds rolled in on us rather quickly and the bright, sunny, cloudless day rather quickly turned into a dark ominous one. The beach was so wide and flat that it held moisture pretty well and was hard and flat from the water to the sand dunes, a good 50 yards or so. But the sand from the dunes was dry and the wind was blowing it across the beach. It looked like a Hollywood ghost movie as a spirit was creeping across the beach. I’ve kind of seen something like it before, but never with the contrast of the dark beach sand with the light dune sand. It was quite a sight and Dillon probably got the most intensive mircoderm abrasion treatment of his life. I bet his ass was super chaffed.
We made it back to the boat with about 15 drops of water on us total. Brandy made an awesome dinner with sausage and loads of different veggies. It was the best meal I’ve had in days. Another day exceptional day in the books!