Seamus and I took on Perry's Creek Preserve (North). We have since decided that we will not be recognizing the existence of Perry Creek Preserve South. The North Trail was quite enough for us. It went on FOREVER. That and someone had the bright idea to hike it when the sun was straight overhead so it was jungle hot.
We thought we had the whole place to ourselves until we came upon a party about 4 miles in. Being slightly delirious with the heat I was overly excited to see other humans so I awkwardly yelled out “Hi!!” in a maniacal voice. It came off a bit like the welcoming voice of a first time Pampered Chef party host. I grimaced at myself in questioning disdain. Even worse is that the pair I had announced myself to were clearly past trophy winners of the “Blonde Pinched Bitch of the Year” award. What the hell they were doing out in the middle of the woods was beyond me. They had a very peculiar dog with them, too. Not one of the three in their party made eye contact with Seamus or I as they powered through the very narrow path we were ALL trying to inhabit. I actually had to grab the branch of a nearby tree to make room for them. We were not destined to be friends.
Well we made it back home half dead with blisters on our feet. The moment I hit the chair with my butt the phone rang. Ugh. It was Shannon, she had walked past her ability to return from. It was necessary that I go get her in the car. I found her 6 miles down the road with a sunburned face and hands on hips. I considered just driving by while waving a water bottle at her… but I was too tired to joke. This outdoorsy shit was killing me.
Later we would be found holding down the deck and closely monitoring boat traffic. Shannon and Scott (over achievers) kayaked to dinner over on North Haven. They went to the Nebo Lodge where there are no more dinner reservations for the month of August. But happily they procured a salad and a small pizza at the bar. Seamus and I went to Vinalhaven and got an ice cream. Seamus got a peanut butter cup blizzard thing and I got soft serve white ice cream with Jimmies. Vanilla has a flavor. This was white ice cream. It was totally void of taste. I ate it all anyways.
On the drive back to the house I attempted to find Granite Island Trail Preserve. It is missing. We could not find it. We did however find a beautiful sign for the Basin Preserve - which we have already visited and is located on the other side of the island. This instantly gave me a migraine so we headed for home. I think I am going to leave the rest of the Preserve quest to my mother who arrives Sunday. Beyond that I have the whole winter to have signs made up for new Preserves of my own creation. "Buford's Revenge Preserve." "The Honorable Donald Trump Preserve" "North Island Town Park and Preserve" (find that one why don't'cha!)