Last night Landon and I were invited to visit some folks on a coastal island. There are lots of coastal islands here, but this one was very special. So special, in fact, that I'm not going to tell you where it is. It is a kind of Secret Garden for this couple -- they have constructed their own home -- of sorts -- along with amenities.
My favorite part was the wood-heated hot tub. Made in Japan, this soaking tub operates with a mini wood stove that attaches to an oval, not round, wooden structure, which efficiently heats the water in the tub. Sitting in this tub, you have almost a 360 degree view of the coastline. It's spectacular.
So, there we were...on the dock...watching the sun go down, the dophins feeding nearby, while the new moon emerged. Looking up in the sky, I saw nothing but millions of bright stars. So clear that you could see the Milky Way. We drank wine (except for me...I had ginger ale) and ate pate and cheese and bread and we talked about everything from sustainable farming to chamber music and poetry to the state of the economy.
After awhile, we decided to go back to the mainland and so we bundled up in winter coats, blankets, hats and climbed into the boat where we talked and talked as we made our way back home, under the canopy of a dark, but star-studded sky.
So far from my life in New York, I thought. What a long strange trip this has been...
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