Sometimes the greatest memories happen when the weather is dreary and wet.

Places are often best explored while most people are hiding from the rain.

Sometimes, there are islands where wild horses roam.

If you are lucky, they delight you with their presence.


Sometimes, a wild horse may be male, and have a very large horse penis.

When you kayak close to take pictures, you just may get stared down by the alpha.

Sometimes, they look you dead in the eye, and urine agressively in your direction, with a thingy ma bobber the size of your thigh.

Aroused, and angry are two very different things. When not able to determine, it is best to paddle away.


Sometimes we lock ourselves in our house to keep dry like the rest.

We watch “The Hot Chick” with Rob Schneider, and laugh until we sweat.

Laughing in our stagnant dungeon, is fun for a while.

But then nothing is funny any longer, and we are just two sweaty people & a panting dog in a small space.

The rain then becomes the greatest way bathe.


Sometimes, as the hours pass, we get bored of the house, and of looking at eachother.

We go on quests to find new faces, new places, and new forms of entertainment.

Desperation for conversation outside of Katie’s and my own, usually leads to the utmost erratic encounters.

Sometimes, there is an empty Island, with and empty beach.

If you are lucky, there will be nobody there, but three, kind, and thoroughly entertaining southern boys.


Sometimes, the best way to make new friends, is to walk up to them like you have known them since you were little kids.

If only I was in this bold of a mood everyday.

Somedays, I don’t want to talk to anyone, and on others, I want to talk to everyone.

Sometimes, this is how we make new best friends.


Sometimes, I imagine myself never having left Cumberland Island. Your loveliness is irreplaceable.


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6 thoughts on “Sometimes…

  1. If and when you make it up to the great town of Beaufort N.C.- which is on the intracoastal, there’s an island just off the one Main Street that’s uninhabited except for wild horses, said to be descendants of those left there by Spanish explorers. If you haven’t been it’s well worth a looksee. A great Maritime Museum where they lend you a vehicle to take to the nearby grocery store to provision (at least they used to-hopefully still). Lot of pirate history, the wreckage of Blackbeard’s ship was found just offshore, and much of the crew disembarked from that sandbar and ended up relocating to town, way back when. Used to be an all free anchorage, which changed some years ago, and may have changed back, you’d need to check. Easy dinghy ride to nearby shore, or to the island of the wild horses sitting right close too. It’s a great town for a cruising sailor to visit. You guys would be a hit, for sure.

  2. OMG – We where just there. Must have just missed you two.

    Cumberland is truly a very magical place. So glad it is a preserve and avoided the developers. Did you get a chance to go to Fernandina? It is the most northern point of Florida (this way you can say you did both ends: Fernandina and Key West).

    Best wishes,

    Mark and Cindy
    s/v Cream Puff

  3. Glad you stopped at Cumberland Island. The wild horses/ponies are beautiful. Did you check out the Bread and Breakfast? Nice island until the tourists arrive

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