Sunday morning we attended church in a small meeting room in the public library in Eastsound. All of the islands combined make one small branch, and in order to hold meetings, they link up with each other via an audio feed. When our party of 6 arrived at the meeting, we swelled the numbers in the Orcas Island group to 20... and that is counting the four nursery aged children and one young woman (she looked like a beehive). The sacrament was prepared in the room, but it was prayed over on another island. The first speaker was on our island, the intermediate hymn was a piano piece played by a soon-to-be-leaving-on-his-mission young man on San Juan Island, and the second speaker was in some one's living room on Lopez Island. In fact, during that last talk, the grandfather clock chimed several times in the background! It was definitely the most unique Sunday service I had ever attended.
Upon returning to the resort, Bill rented a kayak for he and Will to go exploring in. This was in response to Will's repeated requests. I am telling you, that boy is growing up in the wrong geographic zone! He is a water boy living in the desert. His current ambition is to raise 1/2 the funds to buy himself a small sailboat. I say 1/2 the funds because I promised to match his earnings.
At one point the boys switched paddles, so they switched back. I am not sure if there was any reason other than color preference.
Helena sunning herself while the boys explored the bay in their kayak. It was really very sunny and warm (not hot like at home) the entire weekend. It was made to order weather. Mom even managed to get sunburned on Saturday when we were wandering around Eastsound.
When the boys got back, the kids and I decided to go on a walk around the resort. We walked down the beach, then turned up the road that marked the edge of the resort property, but not before startling a sunbathing couple on the adjacent beach, causing him to sit up and shield her while she hastily replaced her bikini top. I bet they wish the neighbors were a private house instead of a resort for families. Hee, hee!
In the upper part of the resort there are sites for RV and tent camping, with a shower house and a little playground. We killed some time just futzing around on the swings before heading back to the cabin.
Yeah. Why is there always a mud puddle directly under the rope swing? Is it mandatory, I wonder?
Our final night on the island and the sun gave us another spectacular show as it set.
Ah.
Dad sitting near the community campfire.
The community campfire is near to the store/office that provided free wi/fi. Our cabin was the only one close enough to also pick it up. This is a classic shot of the next generation, I think. In nature and enjoying it, but not able to completely unplug. I am not complaining and I don't think it is tragic, the way some other people might. Who knows what their future holds. I am just grateful for the opportunity to show them a little of another life and another place.
Tomorrow, we leave the island.
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