Thursday, August 11th 2016
Now that’ Daddy’s here, we go exploring.
You can actually WALK from the island to the land at high tide.
We spend the afternoon alternately hiding from the heat and cooling in the ocean.
Until Daddy takes us out in the boat.
That evening finds ClaraJane the Turkey Feather Queen *whittling* with her knife.
S’mores on the beach are followed by snores in the tent. Come morning we find the Queen’s subjects foraging about in our own private marsh:
In no time, they’re gone. Which brings to mind our own need to evacuate this desolate situation ourselves.
Moor to come.