We spent the afternoon napping, or trying to, and playing Tom Bosh's lawn game( I'm not at liberty to reveal any more about that ) and enjoying beverages. Later John and some of the others came back from the beach. We had a nice dinner around the campfire, listening to music, sharing stories, and holding playoffs in the game by torchlight. It was the first Island Hop in 12 years, where I didn't get on the water. As some of you know, this is my annual vacation. I tell my boss I need the weekend for my religious holiday, and everyone that knows me is aware of the weekends importance to me. I even got out the year my Dad died. I think the hop was either the weekend before, or right after. I couldn't get there in time to go to the Islands, but was there when the boats came in. Dan Christiensen took me out for a little time on the wire. I needed it. I know the old man would've approved. This year, I haven't been able to get away for a single night since Christmas. So you can imagine what a treat it was to attend what we also call "The High Holiday of Cat Sailing". Despite all that, I wasn't too disappointed I didn't get out on a boat. I was happy to bask in the company of my friends in a beautiful place.