Last Night on Monomoy

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.

Reflections on the Island

Today’s post comes from a letter I’m writing to a friend.  That’s all for tonight, just a few thoughts at large about having spent the last 2 months on the island. Let me know what you think about the post format- it’s nicer to write on paper. 

Camp Life

I love the colony. I know that if you read my last post, you might think that I don’t care for, dislike, or even hate the colony. It’s noisy, sandy, inconvenient, and smells bad. It’s kind of like a city, and it’s the contrast with the peace and solitude of the rest of the island…

Landfall

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.

You are now entering Monomoy Standard Time. 

    Living on a desert island, “island time” takes on a whole new meaning. You know how people have “Relax, you’re on Island Time” signs hanging on the walls in their vacation houses? Monomoy takes that concept to its logical conclusion, further amplifies it by a factor of isolation, and then subtracts electricity and…