Moshiers Island
Back story: My grandma has camped on an island called Big Moshiers Island for 20 years now. She loves this island so much that she camped out there during a full on hurricane once. She told me that her tent almost flipped over and she could see trees bending over so far their limbs touched the ground. Now most people would be terrified to go back after being in something like that, but not my grandma she still goes there to visit her friend (It’s a tree) and loves cleaning up and helping the forest every time she goes back.
The Present: She loves this island so much that we bought a house on it. The previous owners hadn’t used in six years when they sold it to us so the house and the trees around it were in terrible shape, so my family being the family that they are decided that we were going to fix it right up. We have deep cleaned the entire house and cut down dead trees that were in our view. But, enough with the boring cleaning talk. Every time I am there I feel connected to the ocean and the trees and the birds that make nests there because there is no TV to watch until your eyes bleed and no electricity so if your kindle runs out of battery, that’s it. Find something else to do. We cook all our meals on the propane grill that has a handy dandy burner. I get to spend so much time with my family prepping dinner, looking for seashells on the beach or playing endless hours of apples to apples. We crack each other up and help each other out. I learned that sitting on the deck of a house and watching the sky can be just as interesting as playing Pokemon Go or watching your favorite TV show. I get to spend lots of time with my grandma going around the beach looking for flat rock to make kairns (Rock towers created by the Irish to keep you safe). Talking, laughing and hanging out with my family is probably my favorite thing to do during the summer.
Driving my Grandpa’s boat
from the the bay to Moshiers.
My Grandpa checking out a tree that split in half
after a storm that was possibly cyclonic hit.
Docking right as the beautiful sun is setting in
the back round.
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That is me standing on a rock looking for
seashells.
I love this because you really described what it feels like to be there and how you described what you do. Just reading this post made me feel like I was having fun there too!