Gratefully, i was clueless until i got on island.
i knew it had been raining
but my quick visits to the weather channel brought no headlines pertaining to my destination, so i assumed all was well.
It was so out of character for me.
i had not checked the specific weather details for the cape and islands before my departure.
If i had
i'd have known what was going on:
a major nor'easter had camped over the the area.
And, i'm afraid, i'd been fretting myself into a panic of
"how am i going to get the car reservation rebooked?!
Are there any hotels (with vacancies, that i can afford) that take dogs?" etc etc etc.
Being clueless i was simply preoccupied with packing
and the clock
and making sure i pulled the car into the ferry queue with plenty of time to give the good dog a
nice long walk before we boarded.
It wasn't until i was on island and grabbing a few quick groceries
that i heard all the buzz
"...those were some winds..."
"...not a lot of rain, but..."
In the cottage, putting my groceries away
Tom the caretaker phoned
"Oh, good. You made it!"
"Right...was there some doubt?"
"You lucked out. The winds have been so heavy that
no ferries have run for the past three days."
A wave of feeling swamps me
wipes my mind of all thoughts.
if my reservation had been for the earlier ferry
as it usually is (but i decided to give myself a leisurely morning of it, for a change)
If i hadn't changed pattern and habit...life would have flipped into complicated chaos for who knows how long before new reservations could be secured...with a packed-to-the-hilt-car and a beloved, but wobbly dear old dog.
i missed the vast void of hair-tearing complications
by a mere two hours
and was blessedly clueless.
Dumbly, i finish putting away my shopping as Tom
fills me in as to the rest of the news he thinks will be helpful.
i'm suddenly a bit wobbly with surprise and
gratitude and relief over this near miss.
It's so unlike me not to be alert to weather things.
id had not known that for three days straight
a nor'easter held everyone at bay.
And there's no way to know when they will let up.
In my rushing about to make ready for this time away
i was not tuned in
not listening and watching
and thereby spared the storm of worry and fret
that knowing would have spawned.
i like to know
feel safer with prepared options when i know
usually make sure i know
Shouldn't one know?
Have a back up plan...with a back up to the back up plan
when travel plans are so complicated as this one always is?
After hanging up the telephone
i feel a bit giddy at the gift dropped onto my life by this
uncharacteristic, unconscious, change in ritual.
The first two days here
the wind still sweeps and scours.
i am free to enjoy a bit of weather and
pull on my windbreaker and cold-beach kit
and head to the edges of the island.
Yes, the wind carries sea spray over me
and yes, i pulled out my camera...in it's own new "foul weather gear."
i've never believed that cheap, waterproof camera bags
would really let one take a camera into the water
but I did want to feel free to have my
little Elph camera at hand
even when i walk on the beach.
(i would never, ever test it's submersable capabilities).
i'm very happy to report that one can, indeed, take
decent pictures with the bag on the camera.
See for yourself. All of the following were snapped
with the camera sealed safe from wind-thrown
spray and sand inside the baggy:
Steps Beach, on the north shore of the island
is usually a calm, with getle waves lap, lap lapping the shore
but this is how it looks this first morning
My cold-beach foot gear consists of feet shod in
poly liner socks
black neoprene socks
then my sturdy good ol' water sandals.
(and yes, i've got thermal leggings under my short pants)
This getup lets me wade in the edge of the surf
and keep my tootsies warmish even while wet
and protected from sharp grains of sand and shells
that always get into any type of footwear.
i know that you know
i love it all year 'round
but i don't believe in needless suffering!
i have great difficulty not picking up every perfect scallop shell
tossed up from Neptune's garden but my self control is holding up
and i really think they should rename this "Slipper Shell Beach"
for there are millions upon millions of 'em
and the occasional moon snail