Stone and Shore

These are from our beach, taken in February.

We actually had a fair amount of sand then (not usually the case).

And a couple neighbors checking us out.

April in the garden at Ocean Wilderness Inn

Some pics of the garden in April (April 17 to be exact). We continue to be amazed that Spring on the calendar, matches Spring in the garden. It was not like this in Minnesota.

Tiny cabin dismantling continues

Andy and Raine continue taking down the tiny cabin.

It looks like it was a fine day for continuing the process.

The Tide

The eagle and the quarter moon.
Hieroglyphs of shells.
Winter seep.
Sandstone.
Stone.The tide

Another pillow poem from Wendy Morton

Tiny cabin demolition started

We have a tiny cabin out behind the Yama shoken and Xo:ya rooms that is being dismantled. We had hoped to save it, as we believe it is the original structure on the property and dates from before 1940.

We consulted with a log home restoration export who advised us that it was too far gone to restore.

So this last week, in advance of the season ban on open burning, Andy started taking down the cabin.


After two years of discussion, the exciting bits on the front wall were done in about two minutes. Of course the prep took two hours, and then the clean-up took another two hours.

Lily's Door

There was no window in our front door. That made our guests feel a bit unsure about who was coming and what our place looked like. It also meant the living/dining area was darker. When we priced new doors, the result was discouraging. Our door opening was too short and too wide (I know the feeling) and would need a custom door. Custom doors were/are very expensive.

So Andy decided to make a door for us.

The day after the door was installed we had a young guest, Lily, staying with us. She became upset when her father left the room. Her Mum picked her up and showed her that Daddy was just going to the car. Lily could not have been comforted in the same way the day before. Hence our door has a name: Lily's door.

Pillow Poem by Wendy Morton

The cormorants dry the sails of their wings.
We are searching for heart stones.
Find them.

We recently had a poetry writing workshop at the Inn. Patrick Lane lead the group. Wendy Morton, the poet responsible for the pillow poem above, was their organizer. We are looking forward to their return in the fall.