Today was not my most athletic day.
Well I did make a peanut butter and Fluff sandwich, and that should be noted. Other than that I did a lot of crummy pencil drawings while complaining to deaf ears about how hard it is to try and draw a moving sailboat.
Me - "The problem with drawing sailboats is that they are all just incredibly straight lines - but you have to capture the perspective. The angle."
Shannon - "Then draw that tree stump."
Before cocktail hour I rushed a small group of my "preserve documentation team" out to the Basin Preserve. There was a lot of bitching in the car. Neither of these jackhats can read a map. Not even enough to get us to a marked road. I considered leaving them out in the woods once I got them there. But then I got distracted by goats.
The Basin Preserve (mid island)
We had low expectations for this preserve. I have no idea why, but we did. So it was not surprising when our expectations were exceeded. First off there was a sign at the turn-off that said "No Dogs" which offended everyone's sensibilities. Seamus even noted that "that sign is RUDE."
We love dogs and bugger off to anyone who thinks differently. But it turns out that the no dogs rule was there because there was a silent "yes goats." These goats were dwarfish and had those creepy eyes that look like spinner marbles. I like goats. The Beekman Boys made me love them. They are like dogs with smaller brains and the instinct to jump straight up and ram things with their heads. :) Entertaining as all get out.
Okay, back to the trail. It had a SIGN. It had a fancy little concierge tree where there was a box that folded out into a little writing surface so that you could write your name on the "guest registry." WTF? I know!!! So of course I obliged the tree. There had been people from North Carolina and Washington DC there the previous week. Damn DC people are like locust.
So it was about a mile long trail. It was a trail that could have supported a backdrop for a Harry Potter scene - what with all these criss crossing tree roots. They almost made a natural staircase in points. Halfway down the trail there was a section with a very bizarre split log bridge that spanned nothingness. We just walked by it regarding it questioningly. "Sheesh, the way some people waste time and effort."
Then we came to a fork in the path and went left. This brought us to some seriously spongy earth (Shannon fell, haha ) and then there were some crazy bigass boulder (that's a geology term. seriously.)
And then we came to this gorgeous expanse of water. Not surprisingly the water bit was named “The Basin” … how sad is it that I had to come back to the house and look that up? ”Oh look - the water part of the Basin Preserve is called The Basin.” <shame>
Well, we had a nice experience. We stacked some stones on the highest point point before we left in honor of my friend Curt who recently passed away. Then we bitched and complained all the way back to the house about whether "stacking 3 stones is a salute to fallen comrades" and "4 stones is a wish" or whether it was all crap and what would 5 stones mean, and what if it fell over while you were still there? Did that mean that dead people didn’t like you? There was a hearty debate that ended in name calling - as all our spiritual family discussions do.
Back at the house we had cheese and crackers on the porch and discussed important things like whether Club crackers were “white trash crackers.” My vote is that they are - but I love them just as much. Especially with that port wine cheese. This served as our dinner - there was fruit too though - there was an apple and about 11 grapes showed up from somewhere. So it had healthy components.
Then Seamus and I settled on to couches and watched Guardians of the Galaxy. Shannon and Scott left the area when we started singing along to the songs loudly. It’s so fun to know the words to songs.