Our Stay on Dog Island had Some Ups and Downs
Dinner was a dismal affair on that first night of our stay. We’d planned to eat in the gazebo rather than the porch this time.
Packing food, clothes and water in the T-bird had been challenging because of space, so we decided to take mostly camping food, which we keep on hand in case of hurricanes. I’d decided on shelf-packaged BBQ chicken breasts (Chicken of the Sea, I think…I bought it by the tuna fish in the grocery store), dehydrated garlic mashed potatoes and dehydrated corn (both from the camping store).
We carried drinks and dinner to the gazebo. It certainly looked good. The chicken breasts were dripping in sauce, the garlic mashed potatoes smelled wonderful and I’d followed my mother-in-law’s advice on instant potatoes and added extra butter (I always make mashed potatoes from scratch). The re-hydrated corn looked a bit wrinkled, but I figured it couldn’t taste too awful.
I was wrong.
The chicken was dry. Even though there was sauce on the outside, it was like eating a piece of cardboard. No big deal, I thought. I’m not big on meat anyway and felt I could get enough from the potatoes and corn. HA! I didn’t think you could put too much garlic in a dish, but I was wrong. Garlic was the ONLY thing I could taste. The corn was tough. I ate a bite of all three and pushed my plate away.
We’d had a nice lunch earlier in the day, and skipping a meal wouldn’t kill me. If I got hungry, I could eat the cookies I’d brought for dessert.
After a rather dismal meal, we sat on the porch swing after dinner, under the stars, and drank a mojito and listened to the waves. I could feel the stress roll away.
Later, we sat on the Dog Island beach, under stars laid out on a blue-black sky, facing the ocean.
“God has made such a vast world,” I think, “And we are so tiny in it. This one eco-system, perfectly perfect in all its adaptations allows us to hang suspended in space.”
Rain came in that night, but we were perfectly cocooned in bed, listening to the soft patter muting the sound of the waves through our open windows.
The storm soon strengthened and the wind whistled as it swept down the open corridor that ran the length of the building. Since the place was so deserted, it was a bit unnerving, especially when the wind reached a shrieking pitch, but I burrowed deeper into the bed, reminding myself that I was alone and had nothing to fear on Dog Island.