Cozy quarters in our two-room cabin, so on Rob's one night with us, I got one twin bed, Will got the other and Rob opted for the hammock instead of the sofa. Until a thunderstorm drove him in at 3 a.m. The south end of Hunting Island is undergoing fast-paced beach erosion. It adds a sort of foreboding ring to the phrase "ocean-front cabin." But for now it makes for an amazing cabin-going experience. We viewed dolphins daily from the living room windows and high tide swept in less than 20 feet out from the house.
Will ran up and down our stretch of deserted beach and splashed in the warm surf for hours and hours.
Owen takes in the waves with Grandpa.
Stubborn Will refuses to be photographed on our sunset stroll down the pier, then suddenly and cheerfully changes his mind -- only to feign sleep.