|When this is your backyard and you have a fully outfitted sailboat anchored in it, what are you going to do when your summer visitors have filled up all the beds in your house?|
After a day of storm clouds and a spatter of rain, we could just see silvery grey water shining through the trees as we walked the 30-some steps down to Vesuvius beach at sunset Tuesday. A tangle of branches and blackberry vines hides the vista until you nearly reach the bottom of the stairs, but when we got there, it was like walking into a watercolour painting. All soft blues and greys; the only brightness was the pulp-mill plumes across the way transformed by the sun into spires of light.
The melancholy day had sent the beach into near-winter seclusion; the usual crowd of sunset-watching summer visitors had vanished. But there, nearly at our feet at the bottom of the stairs, were two of our Vesuvius neighbours, packing something into a little rubber dinghy. Against the evening chill, Suzanne was wearing a red coat; Keith a long-sleeved shirt.
"We have a house full of guests," Suzanne laughed by way of explanation. "All the beds are full." And so they had packed some overnight gear and were rowing out into the twilight. A few hundred yards away, the comfy overflow beds of their fully outfitted sailboat awaited them in the pastel watercolour that was Vesuvius bay.
|Suzanne and Keith prepare to take off in their rubber dinghy.|
|Off into the sunset, Keith at the oars. Photo by John.|
|The pulp-mill plumes in the background, Suzanne and Keith head out for a night on their sailboat.|