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Published: July 30th 2014
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Photos for this trip can be found through this link. This morning I woke up and Ray was still sleeping. I decided to make a quick gallery of our suite for his daughter Lisa who was gracious enough to share this wonderful place with us. Her normal suite is 406, but, because of the change of week we had to make, we stayed in 404. She was curious to see any differences. When I was done, I looked back out toward the ocean. Ray had been telling me that on a clearer day we'd be able to see a couple islands on the horizon, but the weather of late prevented any such visibility. Magically there it was. No, not the island, but a beautiful rainbow arching over the hill on our right. As I hurriedly setup to capture it, Ray finally came out to join me. "Ah, things are changing, Ray," I said as he checked his viewfinder for verification.
After a quick breakfast we headed first through Phillipsburg where we looked for (and initially missed) the northward turn that Ray remembered would start us off on a counterclockwise trek around the island. When we found ourselves on a deadend hill, we jumped out and grabbed a couple
shots (mine are photos 1 and 2 in the
Philipsburg gallery) before the guard dogs we heard behind garage doors were released. Once we found our way, we took a long ride around the island, stopping here and there to shoot what we saw –anything from
boats docked in a bay to
goats stacked on a hillside. Ray was on the lookout for Orient Bay and Boo Boo Jam, a beach place that held fond memories for him much like those of Cheri's Cafe.
There was a threat of rain all day, but we never took it seriously. We were too busy zigging and zagging, overshooting and backtracking, in our search for Boo Boo Jam. What's Boo Boo Jam, I wondered. Sounds like salve for hurt children? Finally Ray seemed confident we would soon find our destination on the pockmarked dirt road he found, or re-found. As we pulled into the usually busy parking area, Ray commented on the lack of other cars. As soon as we got out, we could see the devastation. Wow, some storm --probably a hurricane-- came zooming through this area since Ray last had a drink at the bar. Photos 32 thru 36 in the
rest of the island gallery were taken
there. Right on cue the sky started darkening, the wind picked up to a steady gust, and just as we ducked back in the car a heavy downpour insisted we leave.
Not surprisingly we made it back in time for happy hour with our sugarbirds, then headed downstairs to the Belair's restaurant for some fine food. There was an Owner's Party with plenty of wine tasting, and we got to meet a few of the other guests before finding our way back to #406 to rest for Day 4.
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