One thing that's taken me awile to get used to, not that I have yet, is water conservation.

These little sh*ts are ALL over the campground. And this is a baby. They, like the sand crabs, seem drawn to the outhouse. A little unsettling when you're "doin' your business."

I don't want this photo on here, but it won't let me erase it...so, this band was called "The Ish."

This is my first night "on the town." The women in the photo is Nina, a retired commercial fisherman from Alaska. Now she constructs potato cannons and paints landscapes. Hmmm...

A common St. John's saying..."We're all here, 'cuz we're not all there." Get it?