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Saturday, we woke up around 8:30 a.m. Craig made breakfast for us. We each had a "Craig McMuffin" - Craig's specialty cheese omelettes on English muffins with fresh bacon. It is the kind of breakfast we only have when we are on vacation.
While he cooked, we listened to Ronnie James Dio's Elf albums on the iPod, a tradition since our old camping days. The kjitchenette is well-stocked with supplies, but for some reason this year, there was no salt and pepper. Luckily Marty carries a large containefr of salt in his backpack in cae of food-related emergencies, so he had us covered.
After our leisurely morning, spent looking out into sunny skies from our patio, we headed down to the beach. The weather turned gray and it started to rain off and on. We spent a couple of hours in the water, but were soon feeling chilly. The weather was degrading, and by mid-afternoon we had headed back into the room. Steve made a trip to Food Center to replenish some of our provisions. As soon as he left Secret Harbour, it started absolutely pouring, with thunder and lightning. Marty was thrilled, as they seldom get really good thunderstorms on the island. He stood out on the balcony watching the lightning bolts. Steve returned successfully (though wet) from his mission, but now nobody wanted to have to drive in the deluge. So we decided to just walk down the beach to the excellent Sunset Grille for dinner. I called to make a reservation, and they said they were closed for a private party. We were a little bit annoyed that they hadn't made this announcement to the hotel guests, but as of recently, the hotel and restaurant are managed separately, so things fall through the cracks. They assured us that they would be open tomorrow night, so we had to come up with Plan B for tonight. We usually have pizza delivered to the room once during each trip. Tonight was the perfect night for it. We ordered two Hawaiian pizzas (one with jalapenos on half) and a pepperoni pizza from Señnor Pizza in Red Hook. They arrived quickly, and we made sure to give a good tip for the extreme weather conditions. We enjoyed the pizzas very much. After dinner we had some drinks and played Pass the Pigs. Pass the Pigs is a tradition which goes back several years. Marty had e-mailed us with the bad news that he had been unable to find his game in advance of our visit. Luckily, Steve had a set that his Mom had given him last Christmas, so he immediately packed them and brought them with us. We had fun rolling the pigs as dice and gaining or losing points based on how they land. As usual, Craig was always good for risking all of his points and "pigging out" - landing the pigs in an "undignified position" which results in the loss of all points. We listened to music on Marty's iPhone. Every now and then we would break to go out onto the patio and listen to the pouring rain. It was windy and felt like a tropical storm. We had some ice cream for dessert, and some late-night leftover cold pizza. Marty fell asleep in the chair while Mom read her book. There was a band playing live down the beach at the restaurant, and we could hear them until after midnight. |
 View from our balcony  Craig prepares for a swim  Mom and Craig get some pizza  |
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