Day 20
November 3
Dearest Miss Smith,
I am sitting on a bench here at the beach. The sun is starting to go down and soon it will be dark. Today has been quite charming and relaxing.
I believe I mentioned in yesterday’s letter that we were going to drive here last night. We did and we all got to bed early. And by early I refer to the last single digit o’clock in the evening. After such a good night’s sleep, we were all up early. Amy and I, along with the dogs, escorted the boys to the docks. There was a friend of Amy’s family who knew someone who was willing to take the boys deep sea fishing.
They both had stars in their eyes when they got on board. Amy and I had no desire to accompany them. Our tastes for the day lay elsewhere.
We were both a little weary with the fast pace of the last few days. Therefore, we strolled leisurely back to the RV where we cleaned it. It was in desperate need of sweeping. Boys do track in such a lot of dirt. But they have been wonderful.
Once the cleaning was done (it really didn’t take long since it is so small), we prepared to wander around. I first put on my favorite hat, my string of pearls and my small glasses, but Amy suggested that my hat might blow off or get dirty if we went to the beach. So, after looking at my many hats for several minutes we decided that my blues hat would do. Then, taking the dogs (Yes, we did have them on leashes, Miss Smith; after all, this is a town.), we set off.
Casually we strolled along the streets, pausing here and there to browse through a shop or two, enjoyed a relaxing lunch at an outdoor cafe and eventually ended up at the beach. Oh, the delights of watching the waves rolling up onto the golden beaches, viewing the vast, endless gulf which mingles its waters with ocean stretching off and away beyond our sight, listening to the cries of the birds and the joyful barks of Timber and Penelope as they raced each other across the wonderful grains of sand. Ah, I simply sat down on a log in the sunshine and rested. After a while, Amy returned from rambling about here and there, with her hat full of trinkets. She had gathered sea shells, smooth rocks, a feather, and I don’t recall what else. The dogs came back and Penelope lay down on my feet and went to sleep.
At last we snapped the leashes back on the dogs and headed off towards town. We wondered if the boys had caught anything. By the time we returned to the docks, the boy’s boat was just coming in.
Miss Smith, you should have seen the fish they caught! And you should have listened to them tell about their day. Why is it that fishermen always tell about “the big one that got away”? Whatever the reason, Joseph and Levi were no exception to that malady and the tales of the “big fish” that they “almost caught” caused much merriment among us. Maybe Levi will tell you about them when he returns. You’ll have to invite him over so you can see his collection of photos anyway.
There is a restaurant in town that will cook any fish you catch and serve them to you for supper if you wish. That is exactly what we all wished. The meal was delightful. The fish, cooked to perfection and seasoned just exactly to our tastes, were delectable.
Now we are enjoying some fun in the evening. We will be driving part of the way later, but the boys needed to run off some excess energy before being confined to the RV for an hour or so before bed. They are having races with the dogs. They have also played hide-’n-seek with them. Timber found them every time no matter where they went. Amy says she and her brothers used to play it with him back home.
Now I must end and gather my traveling companions together once more. We “have miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.”
Good night,
~ Priscilla
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