Adopting a reunion
Please add to your life notes: cars are inappropriate chase vehicles for moving ocean liners, or ferryboats, or any other craft that depends on open waters. Not that we didn’t try.
It all had to do with the perfect photo op combined with a sandwich picnic. I spotted the ferry drawing abreast of East Point, so I put my best cutting board skills into play, made far too many mixed coldcut masterpieces and then we raced across the end of the Island.
Alas, the ferry was too fleet of keel, and we had to settle for second best. Multiple shots from the side of the road, followed by a quick meal at Basin Head. Our first (and last) visit to the singing sands for the season. We were then energized enough to park on our “field of dreams”, get some more shots (of the same boat headed the other way) and later yet, enjoy another moment in the shadow of the lighthouse.
Back to camp where a surprise visit from a family of friends caught me up on the news. It’s not often that we “receive company” at the tent site.
After dark, I used my “tourists welcome in spite” card to drop in at the reunion weekend for East Baltic school. We found a place at one of the side tables with some senior relatives. Based on a conversation that was “performed” in time with the house disco, I now know more about the long gone starch factory.
My cousin invited us over for a last night around the fireplace, and then we bunked down. Vacation is ending, despite my willingness to stay.
