we got there and his step mom dee dee made us yummy omlets, we went to the dump, because there is no trash pick up, just a big truck you throw your garbage on to be taken to the main land via ferry or barge. the man who sits at the dump, at this little hut, was very impressed by me and lept out of his seat to come around to my side of the car to kiss my hand and tell me repeatedly that i was beautiful, and to tell jayson how "in the old country you'd be shot for letting her sit in the front. women are safe in the back"

this was justified because i was taking pictures.

so from there robert(jayson's daddy) took me on a tour of the 2x7 mile island. it was awesome. we got back to the house and changed to go in the water. i was in up to my waist, standing on shells and rocks in my water shoes, looking at all the little silver fish weaving in and out of my knees. then i look down to see what little silver friend just touched me, and it was a jellyfish! so i jumped onto jayson holding myself above water and begging him not to put me back down in it. to walk me out to the sea shell shore. finally i got him to because he couldnt stand me clinging to him. i was standing admiring the abundance of shells and lack of rocks and sand and i saw a big star fish in the water. he was clinging to a bunch of rocks and i convinced jayson to pick him up. the stayed suction cupped to the rocks and we played with him for a bit. i got called a wuss cuz i wouldnt go swimming in the eel grass and jelly fish infested waters.

then we ate a yummy hot dog and cheese burger lunch and then *tried* to go for a ride on the dirt bikes. i could not get the hang of this. they kept saying "replace peddling with your hands. your using your hands to drive"

to which i would burst out with " how can i replace peddling if i cant even ride a bike??? "

so we decided i would have killed myself if i tried to take one out on the rocky dirt roads. yet another dissappointment for jayson who was so looking forward to taking me thru hidden paths on them and to old bunkers still on the island. to see the deer running free and to see the shores on the opposite side of the island. i was disappointed. but i only have one ear.

one ear = no balance.

then we went for a ride on the TAYLOR-DEE which is his dads boat. named after his new wife and 7 year old son. we went about half an hour away from their house on the island and were sitting looking up under neath air craft carriers and the newport bridge.

i learned a lot of history that day and got a bunch of really great pictures. its just a shame that i cant develop them for a while.