As a kid watching Gilligan's Island (over and over again), I had to wonder about the place(s) those folks were going to on their three-hour tour. They wanted outta here for a little while, but their lives were pretty good. So where...

I have wondered. And I have wondered what would become of me if I were suddenly unmoored, adrift.

Wondering that, I have cut myself free to wander and explore for the summer. I wil visit your blogs and comment as I have Internet access, but I need a change of scenery. I will be back. For now, though, adieu.
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The wild fire in Holly Ridge, North Carolina, has been raging for days, filling the air from here to Viginia Beach, Virginia, with untold filth. Yesterday, I was about the only person on the beach in the morning, and the smoke in the air hung like a curtain.




From Jun 22, 2011


I have no idea who this guy in the white shorts is in the photo below, but I took his photo to make the point that his own mother wouldn't recognize him in this mucky air. My dad's landscaper tells me the local authorities decided to let the fire burn since no homes were in jeopardy "except that now lots of homes are in jeopardy." People are evacuating the county.



From Jun 22, 2011


Meanwhile, we swim and walk among the debris of the fire.



From Jun 22, 2011