Mon. July 11th
BOATLESS BOATHOUSE
Bonjour Grann,
Now I sit here at the my table, holding a key in my hand, and once again questioning but not getting any answers; but not expecting any either.
I woke early remembering the key, the key that's marked Boathouse that doesn't fit Marvella! How could I have forgotten about the key? Should I try the key in a door that maybe better left locked?
But I need to find a way home.
I decided I couldn't wait. So I left with the sun rising and set out for the rock fissure and the mysterious door on the other side of my island.
I was worried; maybe more so than when I feared the mother sea lion. My hands trembled, and I dropped the key, not once, or twice, but three times.
The key fit the lock. And the key turned. But the deadbolt didn't release the door, or so I thought.
Grann, if I hadn't panicked and struggled, trying to open the door, using all my weight, I wouldn't have known that the door was wedged in the door frame.
When the door opened, I walked into a large building that's perhaps 15 paces by 12 paces wide, with a deep boat bay about seven-paces in length. And to the right of the doorway is an enormous stainless-steel countertop. And under the stainless-steel countertop are several toolboxes and tackle boxes. And stacked against the back wall are several crab and shrimp pots of different sizes and shapes.
