The next morning, I woke up and looked down on our front yard overlooking the sea and then went down to the sea to see what our house looked like as Suzanne came down and we headed off for a walk sans camera. On our return, Seva was on the porch and after looking at the path to the sea we went inside where we recorded the leg situations as Suzanne had her coffee with Peter and my coffee and Fiber One bar accompanied the water that propelled Peter to organize the kayak so that he and Suzanne could work their way

to Owen Island and then work their way back

where they disembarked. After preparations, we embarked towards the north shore and Jackson's Point. Along my walk I ran into an Iguana crossing but there were none along the road and then I came to the crossroads and the historic anchorage and as I was reading the signs about the preserved area and the rules for greenness I saw bicycles approaching from the distance and there appeared Seva and Suzanne and so we made our way down the path to the sculpture and on to the beach where we found the private bench and this housing advertisement for what would be our first palapa. We looked out at the beach and noticed a diving boat in the distance from which a diver was emerging as others watched and then Peter gave directions to the person we met on the beach and we gathered artifacts of the coral before settling in to lunch as the others snorkeled out under our watchful gaze. Peter and Seva went into the water as I said good bye to the beach and began my walk back catching a license plate and a stop sign before reaching home where we settled in for drinks and then watched the sun set and darkness rise until Martha arrived to take us to Pirates Point where we were served dinner -- vegetarian and not before recording our dinner companions Walt and Denise from Eau Claire, Wisconsin (he a retired cop after 35 years). Dessert was served and we admired the various sculptures that had been made from found objects before heading back and calling it a night.