A canine version of Pride rock
Back when there were still trains on the Island, and steam was a preferred method, water supplies had to be provided at regular intervals along the right of way. Some years ago, I spotted a modern day photo of an Artesian well, near Harmony. Today, I took a short walk along the trail to where a standpipe (and a plaque) mark the spot. Alas, this is the dry season, so I will have to continue with my act of faith… or wait until the springtime of another year.
Feeding ourselves with a dog in tow has required certain logistical efforts. Finding shade for the car and dog, as an example. So far, so good, but a cool day would be welcomed by all involved. Right now, the forecast for tomorrow promises 2mm of precipitation. Not enough.
I spent the afternoon with a good book, under an overhanging roof. There are some who pray for tanning weather; I’m not in their number. Instead, I wonder why my vacation choice hasn’t looked toward more temperate times.
Supper at the Shipwreck Café allowed me to indulge in a meal of fishcakes and chowchow. Nothing to do with the diet that got me through college. The dog, tethered to a nearby picnic table, managed to migrate to a perch on top. This makes three places in a row where a table has been adapted into a canine version of Pride Rock. I’d offer photos, but the bug population has taken note of my bare forearms. I’m going to post and head for cover.
