Off-island expedition

            When Rachel Field summered on Sutton Island in the 1920s, she left the island periodically to resupply, just as we do today. She found the whole affair an adventure worthy of prose and poetry – the great “marketing expedition.” I can relate.
            After a week on island, I felt ready for an expedition of my own. This quarantine thing continues to unsettle me, even out here. Restlessness and aimlessness drove me to the mainland, where I got to see people, chat with my across-the-street neighbor, pull some weeds, harvest herbs and flowers, and swim a mile in my local pool. I bought a deli sandwich, shopped for groceries, stopped for ice cream.
            Returning to Sutton with my provenance in backpack and boxes, I looked back over the foggy sea at Northeast Harbor as it disappeared behind the ferry. It felt good to visit home, but it was also nice to return to my island home after a day’s adventure back in the world.  
 
My 60th year in 60,000 words
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