Looking at a tiny hermit crab. Look at her little pose!!
Oh my gosh. Funniest picture ever. So I was trying to take a cute picture out in the water with Jon, but the waves kept knocking us around:
This boat got washed up on the rocks during Hurricane Earl a couple of weeks ago. Jon and I barely missed it by a couple of days but it did a lot of damage to our little beach. The sand is returning day by day, but now there's ANOTHER hurricane coming, and this one is even bigger (but is supposed to turn north and hopefully mostly miss us). Anyway, I'll cry if all the sand disappears again.
My favorite dog on the island and her little puppies (she's just a puppy herself! Sad.)
The Rope. A note on The Rope: It’s at least 500 years old, covered in slime and barnacles, and runs from the shoreline all the way out to sea. There is no worse feeling in the world than accidentally stepping on it. Etiquette dictates that if a member of a beachgoing party does step on The Rope, they are to let out a warning cry of “ew, the ROPE!” while fake gagging and dramatically paddling away.