Every year we said goodbye to the DeLoaches’ house like it was the last time. And every year we felt privileged to have been able to visit Hunting Island.
When MW and Eliz and Betsy started going there — how many years ago? 15 or more? — the cabin sat way back from the beach through trees and grass. I think you could barely see it from the beach.
Didn’t the sign on the post out back say “Sand Cactus?”