Well the week has drawn to a close in full glory, with the beautiful full moon, super low tides great for beach combing, and the celebration of a girlfriend's birthday. We celebrated with Mary Jane and Mark, the amazing couple who kept Dallas and Dulce for us while we were gone over Christmas, by having a nice dinner ashore last night. The RRE hotel ashore (3 rooms) has a funky old kitchen, reminds me of something in a campground or camp, where we dined on our own sashimi, chicken, rice and broccoli, potato salad, and tres leches cake. It was a very nice ending to a long week here.

We went out on the reef at the low tide today looking for goodies, as yesterday Allen and I came across a bunch of old rusted iron pieces that we thought may be cast offs of some sort from the old WWII Navy submariner camp, and he actually found an old spent bullet cartridge. We find it fascinating to try and figure out what this stuff was, especially of the giant concrete slab ashore where there was actually a quonset hut over it! Mary Jane is the first archaeologist ever brought in by the Dept. of the Interior of the RMI, and she combed the site unoficially with Morgan a couple of weeks ago, and brought Allen some print outs of what the camp actually was. Today we sat on the beach where the last of the 3 posts from an old dock that they had, can you imagine that nearly 60 years later they are still there weathering the wind and water. I try to imagine the skinny little sailor boys out there dropping their fishing lines off a pier, and wondering when they're ever going home again. It makes me want to look for anyone who's still living that has memories from being here and experiencing it. They'd be in their late 80's and early 90's I suppose. It would be interesting to hear their stories for sure.

You gotta love Wyatt too, in that same camp kitchen he crawled up on a huge ice box the other day and went to sleep, and today he found a giant chunk of foam on the high tide line and lay down to sleep on it. I propped a piece of plywood up on one of those old pier posts for shade and he slept there for over an hour while the rest of us had lunch. Even Morgan napped with Wyatt the other day in a giant dug out ditch with the high tide trying to break over the top, the hot sun and sand is too good to resist sometimes, especially when they're feeling puny with this rotten cold/flu that they've had. They've listened to every silly song on every CD and I can't get some of the awful tunes out of my head some days!

We're heading back to town this evening and will reconnect with what constitutes as the real world here, maybe dinner out, internet connection, grocery shopping and laundry.