Power Out (de-powered)
So, there is no power on Guemes island at the moment. The power went off half way through watching Shallow Hal - which was a bit poo anyway. We were watching Shallow Hal on a VCR that we stole by sending David into Alex’s house through a window. Alex is off on a 5 day hike so we can break into his house and it will be ok. I am using the laptop to write this and I have no idea when the battery will go so you may never get to read this at all.
As Gayvid is always insisting, I shall do a brief recap of our situation…
We are currently in a log cabin, opposite the sculptor Phil McCrackin’s house. In the house I have with me 2 dogs, Zora and Basil, also an artist called Wes who is a very good man from the south - I think. Wes wears dungarees. Gayvid is in the shower and Jess is out front sipping a rum and coke. The log cabin we are in is located near to the beach on Guemes island, a short ferry ride (8mins) from Anacortes. It is the most wonderful place I have ever been to and it is going to be very hard to leave. I have not decided if I am actually going to leave or not. Here is a sasquatch which is American for Yeti.
Out the front of the log cabin is the slow loris waggon and our Ford Explorer - both are proud vehicles in their own right. In the slow loris truck is a CB radio that also features on the slow shirts. I want to get the CB working but Jess does not think this is possible - it needs time. In front of our Explorer is the 1968 Volvo station wagon that I drove drunkenly back from the Anchor Inn last night. In the Anchor last night I met just about everyone in the bar, including the man from “Beyond Beyond” - he was a massive man who has sailed round the world and used to surf, I think. He was literally blind drunk, we got pictures of lots of people posing with us last night. I think I was even adopted by a nice lady from the bakery.
Wes has just left with Melody.
Gayvid and I sleep in a tower above a large water heater. The tower room is big enough for us to be comfortable and we are so happy. I never want to leave this haven of friendly folk and wonderful scenery. Every morning here I wake up and smile to myself for a bit, it is such an incredible place beyond description.
This morning we ate a fantastic breakfast at the Anderson General Store, the only store on the island. It is owned by a man called Win who had to fight a 7 year court battle to get permission to put a store on the island. It was well worth it because the store is perfect, it is not really there to make money, more to be a meeting place for locals.
I am going to finish up here as I don’t know when the battery is going to give out and I want a cigarette. I hope to write more later - maybe Norbiton can punctuate this text with images of Sasquatch.
September 8th, 2002
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