Without warning, it’s suddenly our last night on Monomoy. Tomorrow, we break down the cook tent, pack up the guest tents, and start the move out.
The most exciting day of the week: getting back to land and having people look at you like an alien as you leap from the boat into the shallows, covered in days of sunblock and tern poop, harsh tanlines, and carrying your life in a soaking wet pack.
The walk from The Colony to the Monomoy Light is about an hour and a half- it depends on how fast you walk, which route you take, and how much good stuff you find washed ashore along the way.
If you eat your raisins in the dark, you can’t tell how many ants you’re eating.