I watched some tourists feeding the deer potato chips, Doritos and cheese puffs. One crazy lady was putting junk food on her lips and having the deer snatch it out of her lips while her friends took pictures.
Humans are a strange lot.
My mother taught me how to go crabbing, catch crab, cook crab, clean crab and eat crab. I ran or swam up and down the beach barefoot letting my skin turn a deep golden brown. I built sandcastles that were swept away by the tides. I skipped across the tidal flats splashing through the waters studying wildlife. I hauled a fair mountain of seashells back to the cabin for further study. When a jellyfish stung me I screamed my head off then returned to the ocean the next day, the sting a forgotten memory.
The cabin was on stilts, no phone, no TV, no stereo, no radio and of course decades before internet. We played cards at night, read books, tried to put together picture puzzles that were always missing a few critical pieces. We used citronella candles to try to combat the mosquitoes. Indeed our cabin had a name sign out front "Mosquito Haven". Sometimes there were power outages or water outages or both.
One time the rangers tried to make us leave because hurricane Camille was on her way. My father steadfastly refused. In those days you could stand up to authority without fear of being shot. The island emptied out. The draw bridge was left open, there was no way for us to escape. I was hoping the hurricane would destroy the bridge so we could live on that island forever, all alone like Swiss Family Robinson. The hurricane missed the island and we did get a few days of true heaven, being the only island residents other than the ranger.
Plumbing had been made available inside the cabin, but underneath the cabin in the shade of the stilts was the old water hand pump. As a child I used to furiously pump it dozens of times to try to get a little bit of water to come out of it. It gave me a new appreciation for the miracle of faucets and water pressure.
I cried every time we went home. I knew one day I would find a way to live on boats afloat or at the beach or on or near the ocean.
As an adult, my second career took me to the Caribbean and other far flung ports where I did indeed live and work on boats, lived on oceans and later my third career enabled me to live by the sea. But I always wanted to return to that cabin where my childhood was magical for one or two weeks for a few glorious summers in my early life.
The cabins were all built on land leases, whenever a land lease would expire, the state park would take back the land. For awhile they rented out the remaining cabins, but as the ocean began claiming them, they were not rebuilt or replaced.
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