We are saying goodbye to this place tomorrow and heading back home to Maine. It has been an extraordinary few days. The owners of this place try terribly hard to leave nature alone. We humans are guests but we don’t belong here. We can look and learn but we must stay out of the way and leave the island’s natural processes alone.
Lately I’ve come back often to the realization that the words “natural resources” used together are dangerous. A “resource” is something that can be used and by inference used up. This planet just can’t be treated as expendable. We depend on its health for our very lives.
Thank you Little St. Simon Island! We will miss you.
The other evening after supper a bunch of us went out with a guide, Rachael, looking for screech owls. She had a bird call app on her phone that she had hooked up to a small speaker and pretty soon we heard 2 or 3 owls answering her. Using spotlights with a red beam, a little owl was soon seen perched way up high in a tree.
The consensus of those on the “Owl Prowl” was that listening to the birds answer Rachael’s bird calls was more fun than actually spotting the tiny bird.
We biked up the beach to see this wreck today. The word is that recently over a dozen Cubans tried to make it to America in this tiny craft powered by an old diesel car engine. They were intercepted by the Coast Guard and, since they never set foot on US soil, sent immediately back to Cuba where who knows what happened to them.
I don’t condone illegal immigration but I do stand in awe of the terrible risks some people take to get here.
It’s hard to overstate the power of the sun here. It seems that all life ebbs and flows in its rays. As it set last night you could here the “night shift” warming up. The cicada chorus thrummed their last scratchy notes as a distant owl let the area know he was now open for business.
Inside the lodge the usual evening cocktail party was going full blast. However it was those outside who got the best high.
We have never walked a beach like this.
No litter, not a scrap of plastic, anywhere. You can walk for miles and miles seeing nothing but evolution’s handiwork. There is a feeling of deep deep calm out here.
Human ego doesn’t belong on this island.