We walked the town yesterday. At least the part that went around the dinghy dock lake. Today we went for ice and fuel. The Shell station had been out of diesel the past few days, so it was busy. You have cars lining up for gas or diesel, and boaters lining up with their jerry jugs. There is one gasoline pump and one diesel pump. The credit card network was down and we didn’t bring enough cash ($100), so Roger had to dinghy 1.7 miles back to the boat. There is a bank here with ATM machines, but I wasn’t prepared to use them. There’s a lesson in there somewhere.

This afternoon we walked the island trails, still looking for that trail that cuts across the island at the Chat ‘n Chill. No luck, but getting closer. It was a nice walk, and folks have marked the trail at this end with various pieces of plastic garbage. The trail to the ocean is very obvious, so it seems really to just be a creative way to repurpose garbage. Most of our walk was along the beach on the Atlantic Ocean side of the island.

At the Chat ‘n Chill, we had a drink and watched the volleyball game. Then we went to the beach where the rays were gathered, swimming from person to person. At one point I saw four of them. The rays feel very silky/slimy on their undersides. One ray chased Tari out of the water. She got braver after that. For an animal with no fins, they can move through the water pretty well.

We ended the evening with a call to Keith and Lyn, checking up on them and seeing how Lyn was doing. She has started physical therapy - no surgery at this time. They are in good spirits and plans for next fall were discussed. I, however, am not ready to skip the summer of 2018.