Apparently while I was off struggling on my own, a passing boater had a conversation with Lindsey and decided that she needed help, so he called the harbormaster. While the two of us were on this little tiny island taking a breather and being attacked by angry seagulls, the harbormaster and two of his assistants showed up. I swam out to meet him and explained the wind had kicked up and we were taking a breather. He offered to give us a lift the rest of the way. Since I was tired, I agreed to a ride. We pulled our kayaks up on his deck and he gave us a ride the last three miles or so (yellow Line). When we got to Bumpkin, we dumped the boats in the water and I jumped in after mine. This turned out to be a disastrous idea because about a half hour later I realized that my GPS was no longer attached to the clip in my PDF’s pocket, and was in fact probably at the bottom of the harbor just off shore from Bumpkin Island. FML again!
Steve got to the island just after we did. Thankfully we avoided taking our boats off the ferry with Steve and any other island campers standing there watching us. After being really pissed about loosing my $300 GPS unit for a while and setting up camp, and subsequently dragging all of our stuff to a different and much better campsite it was time for dinner.
Since we had thought ahead and had Steve bring Elise’s cooler with him on the ferry, we had some delicious chicken/pepper/onion kabobs marinating for us. The beach site we had moved to had two problems. It was insanely windy, and there was already an inhabitant. His name is Fred. To be able to cook dinner we needed to build a massive wall out of stones to block the wind from killing the fire. Once that was accomplished, we also found out that building a wall around your fire blocks the wind from removing the smoke from wherever you want to be at any moment in time, so cooking became more smoking, than grilling. It was delicious anyway.
Saturday we sat around and played with my new kayak sail that Lindsey bought me for my Bday and hung out at the beach skipping rocks. Steve decided that the park ranger was hot, so we should go on the nature walk she offered. The park ranger is also making wheelchairs out of vines all over the island. I think it’s mostly just for something to do, but there is a burned down hospital on the island so it has a little significance there. When we went over to find her, she was working on her wheelchair and in a rather intense phone conversation with her boyfriend (yes, there is cell service on the island) so we kept walking and did out own little exploration of the island. Steve found a dead body under a tarp just off one of the trails, so we just kept moving.
Anyway, the ranger and her friend who came out to visit on the island stopped by around dinnertime and told us about some plants we can eat, so we had a few. I added some to my pasta & meatballs, but I don’t think I added quite enough to get the spice taste in the meal.
Lindsey really wanted to go up to the point to look back at the city at sunset to get some pictures and be romantic and whatnot, so after dinner we ventured across the island again with wine and cameras in tow.
On our way back to camp we stopped by the ranger station to say hi and offer some wine & smores if they wanted to stop by our site. In sitting with them and shooting the breeze for a while, the ranger’s friend decided to inform us that she had been a ranger on the island the previous year, and told us all about this girl who came out to the island and was apparently on coke the whole time. She also got really excited about telling us how they wrestled on the beach, and she lifted the girl up and dropped her on the beach (head on rock) and it was crazy. We started to get the vibe that Steve didn’t really have a chance with this girl either….
Monday morning Steve hoped the ferry home to try to make it to work for the afternoon, and Lindsey and I packed camp and paddled over to hull. We decided we were lazy & tired and did not want to paddle 8 miles back to Boston, so we called my dad and asked him to pick us up after work. On my birthday my dad had to think about whether he would come pick us up after work, as it may interfere with his racquetball schedule. FML yet again! He made the right choice and came to get us.